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I named above the morning stroll:
Impatient to enjoy the whole,
Which Scarbro' affluently supplies—
Water, and air, and exercise—
Old Tottergait, from breakfast hearty,
To ‘round the Nab’ invites his party.
Yet will he not the eye-spout pass
Untried, nor miss chalybeate glass,
As near the Spa his daughters stay,
And chide his hazardous delay:
“O, see! the tide already flows,
“And will too surely interpose
“To bar, perhaps, our safe return
“Across yon rough and craggy bourn,
“Unless we instant hasten on—
“Pray, pray, papa, let us be gone.”
Impatient to enjoy the whole,
Which Scarbro' affluently supplies—
Water, and air, and exercise—
Old Tottergait, from breakfast hearty,
To ‘round the Nab’ invites his party.
Yet will he not the eye-spout pass
Untried, nor miss chalybeate glass,
As near the Spa his daughters stay,
And chide his hazardous delay:
“O, see! the tide already flows,
“And will too surely interpose
“To bar, perhaps, our safe return
“Across yon rough and craggy bourn,
“Unless we instant hasten on—
“Pray, pray, papa, let us be gone.”
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