The Emigrant Mechanic and Other Tales in Verse Together with Numerous Songs Upon Canadian Subjects by Thomas Cowherd
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Those mansions fair are seen on every hand,
(What may not wealth, in such a place, command?) And mark their owners men of wealth and taste; Not miserly, nor yet inclined to waste. Near this small lake does a rude hamlet stand, In which there dwelt a poor, hard-working band. The parents, both, were well advanced in age, And yet, from kindness, they at once engage To give this youth a welcome to their board, And all the comforts that their means afford. To see him happy was their chief desire, Which did his soul with gratitude inspire. They now are dead! Oh, may their ashes rest In peace, and still their memories be bless'd! WILLIAM oft thinks of all the pleasant scenes He there enjoyed before he reached his _teens_; And well remembers how he loved to stray By that pure lake, soon after break of day. 'Twas at such time, that once he chanced to spy A splendid _pike_ upon the beach quite dry He viewed the prize; it had not long been dead, As he well knew by looking at its head. Surprised, he gazed about, on every hand, But saw no soul upon the lake or land; Then thought, since no one came the fish to claim, Take it he might, and yet incur no blame. This settled in his mind, without delay He seized the fish, and carried it away. When he reached home, friends thought it would be best |
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