At this spot, this point

“——At this spot, this point, “Here, Pitt, we social meet, and gaze around, “And look back to the scenes our pastimes trod “In life’s fresh morning, when the gamesome hours “Had sliding feet, and laugh’d themselves away.

“Luxurious season! vital prime! where Thames “Flows by Etona’s walls, and cheerful sees “Her sons wide swarming;—and where sedgy Cam “Bathes with slow lapse his academic grove; “Pierian walks!—O never, never hope, “Impossible, untenable, to grasp “Those joys again, to feel alike the pulse “Dancing, and fiery spirits boiling high; “Or see the pleasure, that with careless wing “Swept on, and flowery garlands toss’d around, “Disporting. Try to call her back;—as soon “Bid yesterday return, arrest the flight “Of time; or musing on the river’s brink “Say to the wave, that huddles swiftly by “For ever;—“from thy fountain roll anew!”

CENTER The late Lord Chatham.