'Tis the place, I can assure you, if from funds you wish to part;
Yet for these you'll get a mixture, wisely stirred will warm the heart.
This old house is situated in a street well-known as High;
Here the choicest spirits gather, when the moon is in the sky.
Oft at night I've seen the taper seemingly to multiply
And assume these quaintish fashions so deceptive to the eye.
Till in fancy I've been lifted high above this earthly ball;
And the lights, like stars have twinkled, in the mirrors on the wall.
In the happiness that followed, I've forgot life's cankering care,