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LOVE AND IMPATIENCE.
LOVE and Impatience, idle boys,
In search of butterflies and toys,
One sun-shine Holiday,
Tir'd of their sport, tir'd with the heat,
They saunter'd home with ling'ring feet,
Wishing the tedious time away.
In search of butterflies and toys,
One sun-shine Holiday,
Tir'd of their sport, tir'd with the heat,
They saunter'd home with ling'ring feet,
Wishing the tedious time away.
Passing a solitary bow'r,
They spy'd a Quarter of an Hour
Glide lazily and slowly on:
He dragg'd a sithe; he held a glass,
To show the moments as they pass:
His infant wings were scarcely grown.
They spy'd a Quarter of an Hour
Glide lazily and slowly on:
He dragg'd a sithe; he held a glass,
To show the moments as they pass:
His infant wings were scarcely grown.
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“Ho! ho!” quoth Love—“we're two to one:
“If we can't force the Father on,
“At least we'll drive his little Son.
“His tiny wings, indeed, are small;—
“I doubt if he can fly at all;
“But certainly we'll make him run.
“If we can't force the Father on,
“At least we'll drive his little Son.
“His tiny wings, indeed, are small;—
“I doubt if he can fly at all;
“But certainly we'll make him run.
“Seize you his sithe; I'll break his glass:
“We'll make the moment swiftly pass:
“See, how slow the urchin lingers!”
Twang went the bow—the arrow flies:
Snap went the glass in Cupid's eyes;—
Poor Impatience cut his fingers.
“We'll make the moment swiftly pass:
“See, how slow the urchin lingers!”
Twang went the bow—the arrow flies:
Snap went the glass in Cupid's eyes;—
Poor Impatience cut his fingers.
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