 | My Mind and its Thoughts, in Sketches, Fragments, and Essays |  |
Let her imploring tear and sigh,
Yield to the thought that ye are nigh;
Guarding with blest paternal eye,
The action of her woes.
Yield to the thought that ye are nigh;
Guarding with blest paternal eye,
The action of her woes.
| My Mind and its Thoughts, in Sketches, Fragments, and Essays | |