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HARRY.

Thrice happy whom such welcome tidings greet^[1]!
Thrice happy who reviews his native seat!
For him the matron spreads her candied hoard,
And early strawberries crown the smiling board;
For him crushed gooseberries with rich cream combine,
And bending boughs their fragrant fruit resign:
Custards and sillabubs his taste invite;
Sports fill the day, and feasts prolong the night.
Think not I envy, 1 admire thy fate^[2]:
Yet, ah ! what different tasks thy comrades wait!
Some in the grammar's thorny maze to toil,
Some with rude strokes the snowy paper soil,
Some o'er barbaric climes in maps to roam,
Far from their mother-tongue, and dear loved home^[3].

1. Fortunate senex, hie inter flumina nota.
2. Non equidem invideo, miror magis.
3. At nos hinc alii sitientes ibimus Afros,
   Pars Scythiam, et rapidum Crete veniemus Oaxem.