Ho! for the shady grove and silvery stream!
Now that yclosed is the Fane, where I
Am doomed, by no unhappy destiny,
To tend those Mighty Ones who find a theme
For their lives' labour in the nation's weal.
Now am I free, or book or rod in hand,
Alone, or compassed by a cherub band
Of laughing children, by the brook to steal,
Seeking repose in sport which WALTON loved—
Sport meet alike for Youth or thoughtful