Tom! first the creature to the stable lead,
Let it be fed; and you, my child, must feed;
For three good hours must pass e’er dinner come”—
“Supper,” thought he, “she means, our time at home.”
First was he feasted to his heart’s content;
Then, all in rapture, with the Lady went;
Through rooms immense, and galleries wide and tall, 300
He walk’d entranced—he breathed in Silford Hall.
Now could he look on that delightful place,
The glorious dwelling of a princely race;