 | Poems by Miss H. F. Gould |  |
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THE CHILD'S ADDRESS TO THE KENTUCKY MUMMY.
And now, Mistress Mummy, since thus you've been found
By the world, that has long done without you,
In your snug little hiding-place far under ground—
Be pleased to speak out, as we gather around,
And let us hear something about you!
By the world, that has long done without you,
In your snug little hiding-place far under ground—
Be pleased to speak out, as we gather around,
And let us hear something about you!
By the style of your dress, you are not Madam Eve—
You of course had a father and mother;
No more of your line have we power to conceive,
As you furnish us nothing by which to believe
You had husband, child, sister, or brother.
You of course had a father and mother;
No more of your line have we power to conceive,
As you furnish us nothing by which to believe
You had husband, child, sister, or brother.
We know you have lived, though we cannot tell when,
And that, too, by eating and drinking,
To judge by your teeth, and the lips you had then;
And we see you are one of the children of men,
Though long from their looks you 've been shrinking.
And that, too, by eating and drinking,
To judge by your teeth, and the lips you had then;
And we see you are one of the children of men,
Though long from their looks you 've been shrinking.
Who was it that made you a cavern so deep,
Refused your poor head a last pillow,
And bade you sit still when you 'd sunken to sleep,
And they 'd bound you and muffled you up in a heap
Of clothes made of hempen and willow?
Refused your poor head a last pillow,
And bade you sit still when you 'd sunken to sleep,
And they 'd bound you and muffled you up in a heap
Of clothes made of hempen and willow?
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Say, whose was the ear that could hear with delight
The musical trinket found nigh you?
And who had the eye that was pleased with the sight
Of this form (whose queer face might be brown, red, or white,)
Trick'd out in the jewels kept by you?
The musical trinket found nigh you?
And who had the eye that was pleased with the sight
Of this form (whose queer face might be brown, red, or white,)
Trick'd out in the jewels kept by you?
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