But now those joyous moments seem

Like wanderings in a pleasant dream,

And never will return, I fear.

But, see, my garden-gate is here."

He led the way, with fish in hand;

We neared the house, perhaps not grand

In point of size, yet truly there

Resided Elegance, and Care

Expended on each part had been:

No imperfections could be seen,

For Order reigned throughout the place,

Assisted by her sister Grace.

The walls were built of reddish brick,

And massive as a house were thick,

That meant to combat with old Time,

For still they seemed now in their prime.

Though cent'ries two past them had strayed

They scarce had an impression made.

A carved verandah ran before

The front, and arched above the door

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