I am not mistaken, you are young Master Watts!
Indeed, how blessed am I to meet with you.
Two souls, who love to make melody; meet upon
the road; providence, providence.
You with angelic voice and I, the lord of piping.
All praise to the maker and keeper of faith!
How often have I heard your fame sung!
Let us leave this dusty road and turn into that tavern, back a bend in the road,
and praise the founder of our faith and fortunes. Continue reading “Eclogue II”