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NATHAN AND DAVID.
Doth thy pride, or doubts prevail?
Listen to a simple tale.
Listen to a simple tale.
A tender father, wise and mild,
Lov'd and rear'd a precious child;
Every day his fostering arm
Sav'd the wayward babe from harm;
Ignorant, his father taught him—
Gone astray, his father sought him:
Thus he nurs'd him every day,
And his childhood pass'd away.
Lov'd and rear'd a precious child;
Every day his fostering arm
Sav'd the wayward babe from harm;
Ignorant, his father taught him—
Gone astray, his father sought him:
Thus he nurs'd him every day,
And his childhood pass'd away.
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Wisdom, favour, love, and truth,
Offer'd now to guide the youth;
But, in self-adoring pride,
He spurn'd his father's care aside,
Mock'd his tears and anxious pain,
When he bade him ‘turn again,’
And, with studied insult, strove
To blight his everlasting love.
Offer'd now to guide the youth;
But, in self-adoring pride,
He spurn'd his father's care aside,
Mock'd his tears and anxious pain,
When he bade him ‘turn again,’
And, with studied insult, strove
To blight his everlasting love.
Reader, stop! the picture scan—
Reader, art not thou the man?
Reader, art not thou the man?
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