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Such a dear little street it is, nestled away / From the noise of the city and heat of the day, / In cool shady coverts of whispering trees, / With their leaves lifted up to shake hands with the breeze / Which in all its wide wanderings never may meet / With a resting-place fairer than Lockerbie street!
There is such a relief, from the clangor and din / Of the heart of the town, to go loitering in / Through the dim, narrow walks, with the sheltering shade / Of the trees waving over the long promenade, / And littering lightly the ways of our feet / With the gold of the sunshine of Lockerbie street.