XVI.
Ye resulte of ye meetynge uponne ye
A blight fell on the trembling flowers
And on the quivering trees—
No buds there drink the passing showers,
Or leaves wave in the breeze;
XVII.
Agryculture of ye dystricte.
For Satan's presence withered all
The daisies and the grass,
And all things over which like pall
His sulphurous tail did pass.
[THE EARTHENWARE GOOSE.]
