35
In yon grey manse an old divine
Taught me my “mensa” to decline,
And verbs with names of mood and tense;
But while I plodded on apace
I had to keep the means of grace,
And close his prayers with loud amens.
36
No reckless drawer of the sword,
He warred his fatherland to save.
Fighting for freedom, not reward,
Now warder of the eastern seas.
37
A fair design, though singed and frayed,
The critic deigns to own,
And it might interest the trade
If signed by some one known.