She sighed for what long since had been—
A past now lost beyond redeeming,
And wept to think the privileged place
No more was held a sacred place.
“How happy!” she cried, in an accent drear
“We used to be who gained entrance here.
How mixed with our joy, too, was pleasant spite,
’Gainst others who lacked our privileged right.
Aye! it well-might upset our tried composure
To first get cards for the Royal Enclosure,