He wrote at Colchester full many a year,
He gain’d from Witham, all he wish’d—a Friend.
Nor Patisson, his civic faith disclose,
Nor draw his frailties in a wordy brief;
For you, alike in trembling hope repose,
To be admitted by my Lord the Chief.
J. T. R. 1806.
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Nocturnal Contemplations in
Barham Downs Camp.
The moon slow setting sends a parting ray,