At the Hague

Geminiani! 'tis not land or sea
Can bar the grateful muse from following thee,
Fly where thou wilt, she shall as quick pursue,
And sing the praises to thy merit due.
In my mind's eye I still enjoy thee here,
Still hold thee in my heart and in my ear.
Proud to adorn this verse with thy great name,
Thus thy disciple builds on thee his fame.