Laura Secord, the heroine of 1812. - A Drama. and Other Poems. by Sarah Anne Curzon
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_Mrs. Secord_. Say I am gone to see my brother, 'Tis known he's sick; and if I venture now 'Twill serve to make the plot seem still secure. I must start early. _Mr. Secord_. Yet not too soon, lest ill surmise Aroused by guilty conscience doubt thy aim. _Mrs. Secord_. That's true. Yet at this time of year do travellers start Almost at dawn to avoid the midday heats. Tell not the children whither I am bound; Poor darlings! Soon enough anxiety Will fall upon them; 'tis the heritage Of all; high, low, rich, poor; he chiefly blest Who travels farthest ere he meets the foe. There's much to do to leave the household straight, I'll not retire to-night. _Mr. Secord_. Oh, yes, dear wife, thou shalt not spend thy strength On household duties, for thou'lt need it all Ere thy long task be done. O, but I fear-- _Mrs. Secord_ (_quickly_). Fear nothing! Trust heaven and do your best, is wiser. Should I meet harm,'twill be in doing duty: Fail I shall not! _Mr. Secord_. Retire, dear wife, and rest; I'll watch the hours |
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