The dying notes of thankfulness prolong,
And light the Beacon-fires of praise for you.
Butter’d Ideal of Life’s coarser food!
Thou calm Egeria in a world of strife!
Antigone of Crumpets! mild as good,
Decent in death, and beautiful in life!
Fairest where all is fare! shine on me still,
And gild the dark To-Morrow of my days;
In public Marts and crowded Senates thrill,
My soul, with Tea-time thoughts and Muffin lays.