It lives but in Chamberlain’s speech so bland,
This tempting plot of that Promised Land—
It is there! only there! my Giles!”
The Promised Land: Three Acres.
(An answer to the preceding Parody.)
I hear thee speak of a Plot of Land
For every one of the peasant band,
Tories! Oh, where is that garden store?
Shall we not till it and starve no more?