To beautify with nature's fairest growths[650]
This rustic tenement, had gently shed,
Upon its Master's frame, a wintry grace;
The comeliness of unenfeebled age.
"But how could I say, gently? for he still
Retained a flashing eye, a burning palm,
A stirring foot, a[651] head which beat at nights
Upon its pillow with a thousand schemes.
Few likings had he dropped, few pleasures lost;
Generous and charitable, prompt to serve;