 | The Poetry of Robert Burns |  |
HOW CRUEL ARE THE PARENTS
I
How cruel are the parentsWho riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice!
Meanwhile the hapless daughter
Has but a choice of strife:
To shun a tyrant father's hate
Become a wretched wife!
II
The ravening hawk pursuing,The trembling dove thus flies:
To shun impending ruin
Awhile her pinion tries,
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No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless falconer,
And drops beneath his feet.
| The Poetry of Robert Burns | |