And noise and nonsense clatter through the line,
’Tis done. Her house the generous Piozzi lends,
And thither summons her blue-stocking friends;
The summons her blue-stocking friends obey,
Lured by the love of poetry—and tea.
The bard steps forth in birthday splendor drest,
His right hand graceful waving o’ er his breast,
His left extending, so that all may see
A roll inscribed, ‘The Wreath of Liberty.’
So forth he steps, and with complacent air,