Within its apartments resplendently shine;
It is not the green trees that round it I see:
Oh no! there is something more pleasing to me!
“’Tis because ‘Noble Stewart the Patriot’ is there,
With his Lady so lovely, so charming, and fair;
And who make all their tables in beauty improve
When they spread them with dishes that dearly I love.
“Hail, sweetest of mansions! how should I be blest,
If I e’er might dwell there with the food I love best;
Then the pangs I now draw from my crack’d harp should end,