....My heart is set to praise my home
And briefly tell the ancient cradling
Of York's famed city through the charms of verse.
It was a Roman army built it first ,
High-walled and towered, and made the native tribes
Of Britain allied partners in the task –
For then a prosperous Britain rightly bore
The rule of Rome whose sceptre ruled the world –
To be a merchant-town of land and sea,
A mighty stonghold for their governors,
An Empire's pride and terror to its foes,
A haven for the ships from distant ports
Across the ocean, where the sailor hastes
To cast his rope ashore and stay to rest.
The city is watered by the fish-rich Ouse
Which flows past flowery plains on every side;
And hills and forests beautify the earth
And make a lovely dwelling-place, whose health
And richness soon will fill it full of men.
The best of realms and people round came there
In hope of gain, to seek in that rich earth
For riches, there to make both home and gain.