[from Collected Works, T.E.Brown]
GEORGE TRUSTRUM, ere the day be
I send a word to you.
Pale primrose masked the rising sun
The setting bids adieu
In roseate veil to all the fears
And all the hopes of bygone years
And I look back to joys long fled
The boat, the " yarn," the height
Of Braddas crown ; but you, instead,
Look forward with delight.
God bless you ! may each sun that goes
Give you the primrose and the rose!