Come, lovely tube by friendship blest,
Belov’d and honour’d by the wise,
Come, fill’d with honest Weekly’s best,
And kindled from the lofty skies.
While round me clouds of incense roll,
With guiltless joys you charm the sense,
And nobler pleasures to the soul,
In hints of moral truth, dispense.
Soon as you feel th’ inlivening ray,
To dust you hasten to return;