 | Young Arthur |  |
“Hubert, the fost'rer, father of my child,
Releas'd from labour, and by love beguil'd,
Love for that boy whose tender youth you rear'd,
And nobly cherish'd when no kin appear'd;
Attach'd to him the future shalt thou end,
No badg'd retainer, but an humble friend.
Releas'd from labour, and by love beguil'd,
Love for that boy whose tender youth you rear'd,
And nobly cherish'd when no kin appear'd;
Attach'd to him the future shalt thou end,
No badg'd retainer, but an humble friend.
| Young Arthur | |