Who row with such grace in his trim-built randan?
I muse while the water is ebbing and flowing,
I silently smoke and serenely take stock
Of countless Thames toilers, now coming, now going,
Who take a pink ticket at Hambleden Lock!
[SPRING'S DELIGHTS.]
'Tis good-bye to comfort, to ease and prosperity,
Now Spring has set in with its usual severity!