Horn of rhinoceros and ebon crutch
Shall unmolested in their stand recline;
Thy trusty Penang shall forget thy touch,
Anno Salutis eighteen seventy-nine.
The burden of sham gladness. In desire
(The substance lost) for shadows of delight,
Though underfoot the trodden lawn be mire,
Tea, tennis, and Terpsichore invite.
Go, then! and let thy face with smiles be dight,
To hollow joy’s ordeal thyself resign