Poem by Horace Smith

The Curate to His Slippers

Take, oh take those boots away,
That so nearly are outworn;
And those shoes remove, I pray--
Pumps that but induce the corn!
But my slippers bring again,
Bring again;
Works of love, but worked in vain,
Worked in vain! 

1. Address to the Orange-tree at Versailles
2. Why Are They Shut?
3. To the Rev. A. A. in the Country from His Friend in London
4. Written in the Porch of Binstead Church, Isle of Wight
5. Campbell’s Funeral

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