As westward we of late did rove
We beheld in the maple grove
An old church now owned by Peter;
In town there is no house looks neater,
For those bay windows do look sweeter
Than anything in prose or meter.
As westward we of late did rove
We beheld in the maple grove
An old church now owned by Peter;
In town there is no house looks neater,
For those bay windows do look sweeter
Than anything in prose or meter.