English poem
The Arrival.— Country Sports.
And soon the aged couple spy'd Their lusty Sons and Daughters dear: When RICHARD thus exulting cried, 'Did'nt I tell you they'd be here?'
The cordial greetings of the soul Were visible in every face; Affection, void of all controul, Govern'd with a resistless grace.
'Twas good to see the honest strife, Which should contribute most to please; And hear the long-recounted life, Of infant tricks, and happy days.
But now, as at some nobler places, Amongst the Leaders 'twas decreed Time to begin the DICKY RACES; More fam'd for laughter than for speed.