To Q. H. F.
The twittering sparrows build their nest
Unawed, in many an ancient fane.
We strew our rubbish with the rest;
Yet undefiled thy courts remain,
Thanks to the serried years, the biting rain.
O Master of the Lyric Strain!
What worst can dim thy shining best?
Unawed, in many an ancient fane.
We strew our rubbish with the rest;
Yet undefiled thy courts remain,
Thanks to the serried years, the biting rain.
O Master of the Lyric Strain!
What worst can dim thy shining best?
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