Cranswick Poem by Harry St Vincent Beechey

Now is the line of Cranswick

Once more assured a place

Ensuring perpetuity

Lasting continuity

Continuing Humanity

Rodney's only vanity

A son to save the race.



Nor, shall we grudge his triumph

Sons are wealth indeed

What joy equates paternity

I grant perhaps maternity

Collateral an eternity

Keeping strong the breed.



And Rodney murmurs softly

With a fond paternal sigh

Despite the family motto

THOU shalt NOT want ere I



Harry SV Beechey