Within these hated walls, again I mourn
A sullen prisoner, till the wish’d approach
Of joyous holiday or festive play
Releases me: ah! freedom that must end
With thee, declining Sol! All hail, ye sires
For sanctity renown’d, whose glorious names,
In large conspicuous characters pourtray’d,
Adorn the annual chronologic page
Of Wing or Partridge; oft, when sore opprest
With dire calamities, the glad return