Whilst children run, half nude, to have a look,
And listen to the mimic guns as they
Peal forth applausive of th’ auspicious day:
The streets are now invaded by gay youths
Prebent already on the comfit booths;
And as the morning grows show signs of love
Whilst sauntering through the artificial grove:
The gentry-residents command the throng,
And at the time appointed march along
Towards the bound’ry, there (some frolicking)