[Time, 1571]
the OLD mayor climbed the belfry tower,
The ringers ran by two, by three;
“Pull! if ye never pulled before;
Good ringers, pull your best,” quoth he.
“Play uppe, play uppe, O Boston bells!
Ply all your changes, all your swells!
Play uppe The Brides of Enderby!”
Men say it was a “stolen tyde,”—
The Lord...
Shells from the Coast mistaking —
I cherished them for All —
Happening in After Ages
To entertain a Pearl —
Wherefore so late — I murmured —
My need of Thee — be done —
Therefore — the Pearl responded —
My Period begin
* * *
There was an Old Man of the coast,
Who placidly sat on a post;
But when it was cold
He relinquished his hold
And called for some hot buttered toast.
Pub. 1846
