‘ The sound shall raise e'en stooping Age awhile,
‘ And every Maid shall meet you with a smile;
‘ Long may you live’ — the wish like lightning flew;
By each repeated as the‘ Squire withdrew.
‘ Long may you live,’ his feeling heart rejoin'd;
Leaving well-pleas'd such happy Souls behind.
Hope promis'd fair to cheer them to the end;
With Love their guide, and Goody for their friend.