THE braziers, it seems, are preparing to pass An address, and present it themselves all in brass -- A superfluous pageant -- for, by the Lord Harry, They'll find where they're going much more than they carry. There's an Ode for you, is it not? -- worthy Of Wordsworth, the grand metaquizzical poet, A man of vast merit, though few people know it; The perusal of whom (as I told you at Mestri) I owe, in great part, to my passion for pastry. |