And hoped I dine with them next day;
They had learned and practised Purcell’s glee,
To sing it by to-morrow night:
The postscript was—her sisters and she
Inclosed some violets blue and white.
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‘Restless and sick of long exile,
From those sweet friends I rode, to see
The church repairs, and after a while
Waylaying the Dean, was asked to tea.