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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
Too late! too late! I'm glad it was—
The slack'd fire broke out at last,
Lek the Divil had lit a fiery sun
That scorched her face to look upon.
What! Cain? Yes, bless ye! plain as plain—
He didn' make no secret, didn' Cain—
It seemed as if all care was past,
It seemed as if he was happy at last,
Happy, happy, or goin' to be it,
And still this Nelly didn' see it.
Wonderful! wonderful, I've heard
About the state of her sowl! good Lord!
Yes—aw, yes—and'd give her instruction
Himself, you know—“The introduction,”
He was used to say, “of this young pessin
To the truth is deeply interessin'—”
A lamb of the flock, he said; aw dear!
And wolves, he said, prowlin' everywheer;
Wolves, he said; but the fold was near.
The scroundhrel-villyan! and allis tuk her
To chapel himself, and up and stuck her
In the front pew—and high and low
Could see, but Nelly didn', no!
Such a fatherly man, she thought, so good
And holy, you know; and there she stood
In the chapel, like a primrose in the spring,
And as sweet and as foolish as anything—
The slack'd fire broke out at last,
Lek the Divil had lit a fiery sun
That scorched her face to look upon.
What! Cain? Yes, bless ye! plain as plain—
He didn' make no secret, didn' Cain—
It seemed as if all care was past,
It seemed as if he was happy at last,
Happy, happy, or goin' to be it,
And still this Nelly didn' see it.
Wonderful! wonderful, I've heard
About the state of her sowl! good Lord!
Yes—aw, yes—and'd give her instruction
Himself, you know—“The introduction,”
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To the truth is deeply interessin'—”
A lamb of the flock, he said; aw dear!
And wolves, he said, prowlin' everywheer;
Wolves, he said; but the fold was near.
The scroundhrel-villyan! and allis tuk her
To chapel himself, and up and stuck her
In the front pew—and high and low
Could see, but Nelly didn', no!
Such a fatherly man, she thought, so good
And holy, you know; and there she stood
In the chapel, like a primrose in the spring,
And as sweet and as foolish as anything—
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |