The Fete Champetre(2/2)
when politics came there, to mix
and make his ether-stane, man!
he circled round the magic ground,
but entrance found he nane, man:
he blush'd for shame, he quat his name,
forswore it, every letter,
wi' humble prayer to join and share
this festive fete champetre.
and make his ether-stane, man!
he circled round the magic ground,
but entrance found he nane, man:
he blush'd for shame, he quat his name,
forswore it, every letter,
wi' humble prayer to join and share
this festive fete champetre.