Seats, sprawlers, and speeches, at least, should be clean.
And oh what avail that 'tis fragrant and floral,
If loungers are frowsy and manners immoral?
"In London, thank heaven! our peace is secure"
You sang; and your London you knew, to be sure.
But whether by daylight, or whether by dark,
Our peace is by no means secure—in Hyde Park!
Ah, Morris, we're freer, more human, more kind,
Since you found your London so much to your mind.
But, though to your days we've no wish to return,