Much do I wish to send in rhyme
Some kindly wish & à that
And truly I have known the time
I’ve tried Parnassian heights to climb
And sometimes hit the jingling chime
At New Years day and à that.
But now the knack I fear I’ve lost
To verify and à that
For I believe the winters frost
Has à my fine intentions crost
And made me dull as any frost
Yet I shall write for à that.
And I will wish you Bardic dear
In truth & faith and à that
To live in peace for many a year
That grief may never wring a tear
But Love to dry it may be near
And cheer your heart and à that.