 | The Lay of the Stork |  |
“Sweet nurse! how had it been with me,
But for thy mercy and thy care?
“This—this, and more, I owe to thee,
Yet canst thou not my pleasure share!
Thou gav'st me life and liberty,
But no soft air, no birds, no flowers,
Revive thy cheek and please thine eye—
Sad watch is thine for countless hours;
Scarce thanks, scarce notice dost thou gain,
For all thy goodness, all thy pain!
But for thy mercy and thy care?
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Yet canst thou not my pleasure share!
Thou gav'st me life and liberty,
But no soft air, no birds, no flowers,
Revive thy cheek and please thine eye—
Sad watch is thine for countless hours;
Scarce thanks, scarce notice dost thou gain,
For all thy goodness, all thy pain!
| The Lay of the Stork | |