BY THE REV. JOHN MITFORD, B. A.
AND RECTOR OF WESTON ST. PETER.
Deem not inelegant his Mind, who loves
'Mid the rude Chronicles of Elder Time
Awhile to sojourn; and, with fabled rhyme,
In these late days, again in fancy roves
Through moated Halls, and Fields, and ancient
Beneath whose shade our Fathers, in their prime,
Have sate ;-but now corroding age and crime
Have left but what their ancient glory proves.
Yet come :-and 'mid these mouldering Relics trace
The pensive shadows of departed years;
Mark, how again, with renovated grace,
Its front the long-forgotten Mansion rears;
And all, upstarting in its wonted place,
As touch'd by some enchanter's wand, appears.