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When his good father brought my Lady home,
Every body loved him,
fields ; and when I found a covey,
Changed ! why Gregory, 'Twas like a palsy to me, when he stepp'd
Out of the carriage. He was grown so thin,
It struck a damp On all our merriment. 'Twas a noble Ox That smoak'd before us, and the old October Went merrily in overflowing cans ; But 'twas a skin-deep merriment. My heart Seem'd as it took no share. And when we drank His health, the thought came over me what cause We had for wishing that, and spoilt the draught. Poor Gentleman ! to think ten months ago He came of age-and now !
I fear'd it then, He look'd to me as one that was not long For this world's business.
When the Doctor sent him Abroad to try the air, it made me certain That all was over. There's but little hope
Methinks that foreign parts can help a man
'Tis I think, some horsemen. Aye ! there are the black cloaks ; and now I see The white plumes on the herse.
Between the trees;
Tis hid behind them now..
Aye ! now we see it, And there's the coaches following, we shall meet About the bridge. Would that this day were over! I wonder whose turn's next!
God above knows ! When youth is summon’d what must age expect ! God make us ready Gregory! when it comes.
ODE TO ST. MICHAEL's MOUNT,
The sober eve with purple bright
In many a lingering ray ;
Old Michael, from the sea.
Around thy base in azure pride,
In gently winding waves ;
And.murmurs in thy caves.