Then ’round the grounds we comfortably walk’d;
We rowed upon the lake among the swans,
And fell in love with all the little ones;
Just then a rapid show’r began to fall,
We hasten’d back and luncheon’d in the Hall:
All now is quiet; Arnold’s very kind
And I, dear father, happier in mind.
That dear old lady, whom you heard him say
Was such a motherly creature, said to-day
That all at Rollingate were proud of me;