Chant, Endearing Country of Thrice-Crosses bloom
On how my Spoiled Parts left these Twin Bards late
All for Gruning Passions permit my Gloom
Admit to reach that Heart be my Un-State
If I had Listened to those Songs you Sung
On how Wide and Featured your Blessed Land was
Would I widen my Tunes; As my Frogs have Wrung
Wring Saner Decibels my Swallows cast
And now, this Lone. Cry my Muses a-bate
To lay their Hands bare for another chance
Will I too strip my Voice for Honour's Rebate
And press my Devotions for Success advance.
Now this Cream - a Balm's heal for Song's delight
Play the River-End; For Great Cheers incite.