Delightful Octave, this and others, "Tis social concord-men and brothers. And ye-the Muse your Merit saves, Misers who bless us from your graves; Whose lives were one divine endeavour, To heal the world, and heal for ever; The happy bird nor reaps nor sows, LINES, Written at the Tuckies in Coalbrook Dale, the occasional residence of the late William Reynolds, of Ketley, Esq. on seeing in the Breakfast Parlour, a Parcel, containing warm Bala Stockings, and Silk Handkerchiefs, a Birth-day Boon from the family, in 1801 to **** Palmer, a blind Fidler, and an excellent singer. Around the smoaking Urn we meet, Thy Natal Morn, with pleasure, greet; That fifty more for thee may rise ; Nor only hope to aid this prayer, Thy faithful friends employ their care; To guard thee from invading colds, That Health may tune thy every note, In wreaths of silk-secure thy throat; So Mirth, who loves thee, loves the dance, Shall long behold thy Bow advance To lead the maze, or song-the choice, * That Havren, charm'd, may hear thy voice. The river Severn, of which Havren is the root with ys prefixt, runs below the Tuckies. |