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19th century ,..Lady Gordon's Garden..??, Abbottabad, where massive Cedars of Lebanon are visible on both sides,..these trees and fragrant camphor trees were brought from England in pots...Photo taken 1986 AD, National film camera | by Environmentalist
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19th century ,..Lady Gordon's Garden..??, Abbottabad, where massive Cedars of Lebanon are visible on both sides,..these trees and fragrant camphor trees were brought from England in pots...Photo taken 1986 AD, National film camera

 

Abbottabad, NWFP, Pakistan , height above sea level, 4100 feet was founded in 1853 AD by Major ( later, General, Sir) James Abbott of Blackheath London, who became first deputy commissioner of Hazara,.. and Hazara gazetteer of 1883 AD declared Abbottabad as the most beautiful hilly town of sub continent..trees from UK and Kashmir were brought to this unmatchable town and avenues and landscapes of Abbottabad had trees of horse chestnuts, Elms, Ash, Pistacia, Chinar (Kashmir maple), himalayan pine, Cedars of Lebanon, fragrant camphors of England, etc...and shrubs and flowers of all kinds including fragrant gardenias etc..were present

 

Major James Abbott fell in love with the rolling hills and awe inspiring views of Himalayan peaks of this thickly forested little England of East and he wrote following mystical lyrical Love poem in the praise of nature and Abbottabad

 

Poem "Town Abbottabad" by Major (later General, Sir) James Abbott

 

I remember the day when I first came here

And smelt the sweet Abbottabad air

The trees and ground covered with snow

Gave us indeed a brilliant white glow

To me place seemed like a dream

And far ran a lonesome stream

The wind hissed as if welcoming us

The pine swayed creating a lot of fuss

And the tiny cuckoo sang it away

A song very melodious and gay

I adored the place from the first sight

And was happy that my coming here was right

And eight good years here passed very soon

And we leave our perhaps on a sunny day

Oh! Abbottabad we are leaving you now

To your natural beauty do I bow

Perhaps your wind's sound will never reach my ear

My gift for you is a tear

I bid you farewell with a heavy heart

Never from my mind will you memories thwart

 

 

 

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