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Boston

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St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plains
And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,
There came a Saxon monk, and founded here
A Priory, pillaged by marauding Danes,
So that thereof no vestige now remains;
Only a name, that, spoken loud and clear,
And echoed in another hemisphere,
Survives the sculptured walls and painted panes.
St. Botolph's Town! Far over leagues of land
And leagues of sea looks forth its noble tower,

And far around the chiming bells are heard;
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Paresh Chakra 28 November 2018

Boston is a very wonderful poem

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Rajnish Manga 18 April 2017

It reminds me of certain other places known by the name of their presiding saints. A nice tribute. Thanks.

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Upendra Upm 18 April 2017

fens of linconshire, in garb austere, saxon monk, marauding danes, no vestige now remains, echoed in another hemisphere, beautiful narrative.

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 April 2017

Its noble tower! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 April 2017

Spoken loud and clear..... thanks for posting....

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Walterrean Salley 25 November 2016

(Boston - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.) **Penned for Boston- a tribute in kind.

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* Sunprincess * 23 March 2016

..........well penned a wonderful narrative ?

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Ratnakar Mandlik 06 March 2016

Amazing narration of the history of Boston city since it's inception as St. Botalph's town.

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