The poetical works of John Nicholson ... Carefully edited from the original editions, with additional notes and a sketch of his life and writings. By W. G. Hird |
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LINES WRITTEN IN SICKNESS. |
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LINES WRITTEN IN SICKNESS.
Lovely darlings! can you dry
The sweat-drops from your father's brow?
Can you wipe his faded eye,
Sunk with pain and sickness low?
The sweat-drops from your father's brow?
Can you wipe his faded eye,
Sunk with pain and sickness low?
Oh! my little prattling boy,
Gladly thou would'st ease my pain;
Pleased, would'st give thy father joy,
But thy infant arts are vain.
Gladly thou would'st ease my pain;
Pleased, would'st give thy father joy,
But thy infant arts are vain.
Must I leave you here to mourn,
With a mother deep distress'd,
While I to the dust am borne,
Where this aching head shall rest?
With a mother deep distress'd,
While I to the dust am borne,
Where this aching head shall rest?
Yes! methinks I hear you say,
“Mother, when will father come?
“Why is he so long away,
“Nor brings his weekly wages home?”
“Mother, when will father come?
“Why is he so long away,
“Nor brings his weekly wages home?”
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Must I leave you?—O thou Pow'r
Supreme! who seest the orphan's tears,
Guard them through each infant hour,
Watch them in maturer years!
Supreme! who seest the orphan's tears,
Guard them through each infant hour,
Watch them in maturer years!
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