The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe with his letters and journals, and his life, by his son. In eight volumes |
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Time fled, and now the swain compell'd to see
New cause for fear—“Is this thy thrift?” quoth he
To whom the wife with cheerful voice replied:—
“Thou moody man, lay all thy fears aside,
“I've seen a vision—they, from whom I came,
“A daughter promise, promise wealth and fame;
“Born with my features, with my arts, yet she
“Shall patient, pliant, persevering be,
“And in thy better ways resemble thee.
“The fairies round shall at her birth attend,
“The friend of all in all shall find a friend,
“And save that one sad star that hour must gleam
“On our fair child, how glorious were my dream!”
New cause for fear—“Is this thy thrift?” quoth he
To whom the wife with cheerful voice replied:—
“Thou moody man, lay all thy fears aside,
“I've seen a vision—they, from whom I came,
“A daughter promise, promise wealth and fame;
“Born with my features, with my arts, yet she
“Shall patient, pliant, persevering be,
“And in thy better ways resemble thee.
“The fairies round shall at her birth attend,
“The friend of all in all shall find a friend,
“And save that one sad star that hour must gleam
“On our fair child, how glorious were my dream!”
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