One night, a party round the fire I found
Pleased with the cheerful blaze it cast around;
The foremost was a tall and lively lad,
Nimble of thought he seemed, and lightly clad;
A radiant nymph did next the circle grace
Sparkling and brilliant, fairest of her race:
A sober matron then the circle pressed,
Who seemed the guardian of a younger guest;
Apart from all a dreaded warrior sate,
Whose brows overshadowed eyes of vengeful hate:
A father joined the throng in belted pride
And four fair daughters graced his reverent side:
Next I could mark a greedy dull old beau
Who strove, with foppish pride, a ring to show.
Come join me in a heavenly turn,
These famous wanderers’ names to learn.