Grateful frankness.

By Robert Bloomfield

‘ The sound shall raise e'en stooping Age awhile,

‘ And every Maid shall meet you with a smile;

‘ Long may you live’ — the wish like lightning flew;

By each repeated as the‘ Squire withdrew.

‘ Long may you live,’ his feeling heart rejoin'd;

Leaving well-pleas'd such happy Souls behind.

Hope promis'd fair to cheer them to the end;

With Love their guide, and Goody for their friend.