1819 New Year's Carrier's Address
Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand'red too far,Without any compass, or planet or star;My dear native village I scarcely can seeSo I'll hie to my hive like the tempest-tost bee.Hail home! sacred home! to my soul ever dear;Abroad may be wonders but rapture is here.My future ambition will never soar higherThan the clean brushed hearth and convivial fire;Here I lounge at my pleasure, and bask at my ease,Full readily sooth'd, and desirous to please,As happy myself as I happy can be,I wish all the circle as happy as me.But hark what a clatter! the Jolly bells ringing,The lads and the lasses so jovially singing,Tis New-Years they shout and then haul me alongIn the mdist of their merry-make Juvenile throng;But I burst from their grasp: unforgetful of dutyTo first pay obeisence to wisdom and Beauty,My conscience and int'rest unite to command it,And you, my kind PATRONS, deserve & demand it.On your patience to trespass no longer I dare,So bowing, I wish you a Happy New Year.
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