The poetical works of William Lisle Bowles ... with memoir, critical dissertation, and explanatory notes, by the Rev. George Gilfillan |
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SATURDAY NIGHT.
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Come, let us, ere we go to bed,O'er the decaying embers chat,
Though little Mary hangs her head,
And strokes no more the purring cat.
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And let us tell how prisoners pineIn silent dungeons dark and drear;
Whilst on each face the embers shine,
And all is calm and peaceful here.
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The English cot is free from cares;But, see, the brand is wasted quite;
Come, little Mary, say your prayers;
Kiss, mother, kiss! good night, good night!
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