Morton on the Hill
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If you should come to Morton
On this ancient hill
Then listen to the peacocks trill
And see the rambling
rose
That round the old porch grows
And note where the
tower fell
In this soundless, echoing dell.
And if
you wish for Morton
To remain the same
Then never
speak its name
And leave it undetected still
On this
ancient hill. |
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Supported
by Norfolk Tourism