To Lady Eleanor Butler And The Honourable Miss Ponsonby,

A stream to mingle with your favorite Dee
Along the Vale of Meditation flows;
So styled by those fierce Britons, pleased to see
In Nature's face the expression of repose,
Or, haply there some pious Hermit chose
To live and die -- the peace of Heaven his aim,
To whome the wild sequestered region owes
At this late day, its sanctifying name.
Glyn Cafaillgaroch, in the Cambrian tongue,
In ourse the Vale of Friendship, let this spot
Be nam'd, where faithful to a low roof'd Cot
On Deva's banks, ye have abode so long,
Sisters in love, a love allowed to climb
Ev'n on this earth, above the reach of time.

by William Wordsworth

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In Bolton, there is a Beaumont Road, as well as a Tempest Road, another family name connected with the Beaumonts. Wordsworth poem here is typical of late Wordsworth: as an old man, I like it, but younger people will no doubt prefer the younger Wordsworth who even praised the awful French Revolution.