(A Traveller's Thank-Offering.)
Faith! I feared I was bound for that general bourne, which we all must approach through one narrow gate,
But, oh! once again I have felt heart and brain hurried up by the waters of Harrogate.
(Here's jolly good luck to them!)
Doctor Black of that place of my bothersome case did not make a muddle or mull, for,
I owe strength of limb, heart and stomach, to him, and those terrible doses of sulphur!
(And stoutly I stuck to them.)
And true gratitude rules at present my mood (though gratitude's rather a rarity),
And that's why I'd say just a good word to-day for an excellent Harrogate charity,
(A regular A-Wonner!)