Save lifting winds and porter’s curious eye.
At second-hand ’tis ten to one thou wert
A Jew’s possession, got in honest barter;
Next, John the ostler’s; last of all, past doubt
A vagrant’s hat; the equitable purchase
Of an ill-sung song. Till quite worn out
With rain, and wind, and sleet, and other ‘ills
Thy race is heir to,’ the beggar cast thee
From his plebeian pate—and here thou liest.
St. Alban’s, Vermont.