 | Alfred |  |
When, in new tone,
The woodman thus again. ‘Pardon my words!
‘I never roam to learn what tidings strange
‘Earth teems with, but a lingering wish to know
‘How runs the world—on some great scale,
‘And interest large, makes me inquire of you—
‘What news abroad? now doubly anxious grown,
‘Since the sad tidings borne us by our son.
‘What are these foes, and whence do they proceed?—
‘Scattering such horrors o'er our happy land?’
The woodman thus again. ‘Pardon my words!
‘I never roam to learn what tidings strange
‘Earth teems with, but a lingering wish to know
‘How runs the world—on some great scale,
‘And interest large, makes me inquire of you—
‘What news abroad? now doubly anxious grown,
‘Since the sad tidings borne us by our son.
‘What are these foes, and whence do they proceed?—
‘Scattering such horrors o'er our happy land?’
| Alfred | |