But far more blest the bird whose grateful voice
Sings its own joy and makes the woods rejoice,
Though, while untaught, ere yet he charm’d the ear,
Hard were his trials and his pains severe!
Next died the LADY who yon Hall possess’d,
And here they brought her noble bones to rest.
In Town she dwelt; - forsaken stood the Hall:
Worms ate the floors, the tap’stry fled the wall:
No fire the kitchen’s cheerless grate display’d;
No cheerful light the long-closed sash convey’d: