A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE CRUEL FATHER.
When charming Christine Nilsson sang
In our æsthetic town
And all our local country rang
With praise of her renown,
A gentle, comely maid we knew
Made loud and numerous ado,
The fair Camelia Brown.
In our æsthetic town
And all our local country rang
With praise of her renown,
A gentle, comely maid we knew
Made loud and numerous ado,
The fair Camelia Brown.
“I want to hear Miss Nilsson sing,”
To her papa said she;
“And so tonight I pray you bring
A bonnet home for me;
For how the other girls would stare
If I should show this old one there,
I hate the horrid thing!”
To her papa said she;
“And so tonight I pray you bring
A bonnet home for me;
For how the other girls would stare
If I should show this old one there,
I hate the horrid thing!”
But he, with purpose to deride
And give his child the bluff,
“I'll buy no bonnets now,” he cried,
“The old one's good enough.”
The fair Camelia hung her head
And not another word she said,
She simply gasped and died.
And give his child the bluff,
“I'll buy no bonnets now,” he cried,
“The old one's good enough.”
The fair Camelia hung her head
And not another word she said,
She simply gasped and died.
December 18th, 1882.
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