Poems, &c. (1790) - Wherein It Is Attempted To Describe Certain Views Of Nature And Of Rustic Manners; And Also, To Point Out, In Some Instances, The Different Influence Which The Same Circumstances Produce On Different Characters by Joanna Baillie
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A CHILD TO HIS SICK GRANDFATHER. Grand-dad, they say your old and frail, Your stocked legs begin to fail: Your knobbed stick (that was my horse) Can scarce support your bended corse; While back to wall, you lean so sad, I'm vex'd to see you, dad. You us'd to smile, and stroke my head, And tell me how good children did; But now I wot not how it be, You take me seldom on your knee; Yet ne'ertheless I am right glad To sit beside you, dad. How lank and thin your beard hangs down! Scant are the white hairs on your crown: How wan and hollow are your cheeks! Your brow is rough with crossing breaks; But yet, for all his strength is fled, I love my own old dad. The housewives round their potions brew, And gossips come to ask for you: And for your weal each neighbour cares, And good men kneel, and say their pray'rs: And ev'ry body looks so sad, When you are ailing, dad. |
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