[p42] Nay, write all his quills to their stumps, ere he’d stand
As a laughing-stock thus to the rest of the land.
When the Fair was concluded, and all the gay throng
Had abandon’d the feast and the dance and the song,
In quest of a calmer enjoyment to roam,
For “Home,” after every enjoyment, “is Home!”
The Trees toss’d their heads ’tween the earth and the heavens,
And the Birds and the Beasts were at sixes and sevens.
But amid the confusion, the hubbub, and din,
All remember’d the proverb, “They laugh most who win!”