Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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Her Parents Government was soft and mild,
They never spoke but when they spoke they smil'd,
And she knew all the Duties of a Child.
On Morning aged Donald and his Wife
Says Daughter, you're the Solace of our Life,
Our Age's prop, our Joys of Life are gone,
And yours, sweet Child, we hope are drawing one.
O bring us not with Sorrow to the Grave,
It's but a single Favour that we crave,
Wed ere we dy, but don't with Colin wed,
And when we've seen you in the nuptial Bed;
Our aged, crazy, tot'ring Bones, we trust,
Will soon thereafter sleep in peaceful Dust.
They never spoke but when they spoke they smil'd,
And she knew all the Duties of a Child.
On Morning aged Donald and his Wife
Says Daughter, you're the Solace of our Life,
Our Age's prop, our Joys of Life are gone,
And yours, sweet Child, we hope are drawing one.
O bring us not with Sorrow to the Grave,
It's but a single Favour that we crave,
Wed ere we dy, but don't with Colin wed,
And when we've seen you in the nuptial Bed;
Our aged, crazy, tot'ring Bones, we trust,
Will soon thereafter sleep in peaceful Dust.
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