|Your eyes they may deceive you,|
But now you must believe,
Rivendell is to Creswick come.
Not two kilometres from Underhill,
Is writ this vision that you see.
Gardens then engulf these buildings
And over branching is the mighty tree.
Her greening launches that lazy vault.
Come to Creswick, come with me.
Underhill's magic is working fine.
Come to Creswick come and see
These sights that stir a cranky mind,
Seeing other things than science sees.
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