O wonderful Harry who stands upright!

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Again the sweet evenings we had at first:
He reads, and I work; or we play and sing;
And looks and words that, if life were accurs'd,
In memory only, would rapture bring.
Engagements of course will sometimes arise;
But the joy is still in the coming back;
And sometimes he dines with us (Jack Devize),
And sometimes my husband dines out with Jack.

Under the cliff with its towering crest,
Where the wandering sea has fill'd the space,
A sweet little village has made its nest,
A sort of miniature watering place.

Scarcely a mile by the upper cliff way--
Further of course by the beach-shaded road--
Little Bellhaven contentedly lay,
Easily reached from our pleasant abode.

Therein a Church, and a place of Dissent,
A shop where we purchase our sugar and shoes,
Therein a Library ladies frequent;
Therein a club where the men read the news;
Also a chamber where, lit from above,
Balls white and crimson disport on green baize,
That capital game which gentlemen love,