The Powers of the Pen A poem addressed to John Curre ... By E. Lloyd ... The second edition, with large additions |
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But let not half-bred Critics dare
To scoff profanely at the Pray'r,
Which here I offer for the Goose,
The fav'rite Bird of ev'ry Muse.
When full-ear'd Harvest crowns the Land,
And seems to court the Reaper's Hand,
To ease the Stalk oppress'd with Corn,
May bounteous Ceres, from her Horn,
Scatter about some Grains for thee,
Altho' it cost my Tythe to Me!
Soft as the Down upon thy Breast,
Be ev'ry Leaf that lines thy Nest!
Hid from the truant Schoolboys's eye
In the impervious Thicket lie!
Safe from the Felon Weasel's Theft
The Treasures of thy Nest be left!
Safe be thyself from Serpent's Tongue,
While patient brooding o'er thy Young!
And when thy golden Offspring first
Unfledg'd their shelly Prison burst,
May each rapacious Beast of Prey
Far from the helpless Infants stray!
To scoff profanely at the Pray'r,
Which here I offer for the Goose,
The fav'rite Bird of ev'ry Muse.
When full-ear'd Harvest crowns the Land,
And seems to court the Reaper's Hand,
To ease the Stalk oppress'd with Corn,
May bounteous Ceres, from her Horn,
Scatter about some Grains for thee,
Altho' it cost my Tythe to Me!
Soft as the Down upon thy Breast,
Be ev'ry Leaf that lines thy Nest!
Hid from the truant Schoolboys's eye
In the impervious Thicket lie!
Safe from the Felon Weasel's Theft
The Treasures of thy Nest be left!
Safe be thyself from Serpent's Tongue,
While patient brooding o'er thy Young!
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Unfledg'd their shelly Prison burst,
May each rapacious Beast of Prey
Far from the helpless Infants stray!
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