WRITTEN ON HEARING THAT H. WOULD NOT BE OCCUPIED AGAIN THIS YEAR.
A HAPPY Hollis Senior once was I,
With numerous comforts blessed, and fair renown;
But now, dismantled of my dignity,
I tragically wander through the town,
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That in some lodging-house, perchance, may
The gods of my unlucky hearth restore
To that unsullied sanctity which they
Do not maintain on Massachusetts' floor.
And if some dame, for reasonable fee,
(Once whom the Faculty could quite approve,)*
Would fain be hight my faithful land-ladye,
My Lares to her residence I 'd move.
And yet, where memory's subtle bond endears,
It's almost shameful to have turned and fled;
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