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The water spouts up from the ground / And there doth form a pond around, / 'Tis fed from no apparent rills, / And it near by drives several mills.
And here the little ponds are seen / Where fish are propagate by Green, / Fish hatcheries here had their birth, / And now they're spread o'er all the earth.
Here in each pond thousands of trout / Rush around their circular route, / Of various breeds, age and size, / Speckled o'er with various dyes.
Geologists do gaze with pride / On specimens all petrified, / Here church is built of those rare stone, / Fish, reptiles, birds, in days bygone.
Strange thoughts in mind it doth awake, / As it is far from sea and lake, / Even the hill tops do abound / With proofs here flowed the sea profound.
With reverence we gaze around / On an ancient burial ground, / Those who once did tread the heather / Now rest quietly here together.