Whose faithful services obtain’d that grace,
’Mid ev’ry comfort rural life affords,
Shower prayers and blessings on its former Lords.
To you the young are taught to lift the eye,
Mild morning sun of their unclouded sky.
Blest in a lot left nothing to desire,
Those happy scenes did future hopes inspire,
That thus my life in careless ease might run,
My age supported by my master’s son;
In him, that goodness, and those virtues find,