Wild Flowers - Or, Pastoral and Local Poetry by Robert Bloomfield
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And when your lovely daughter shall complain,
Send Gilbert's wooden argument again. If still you wonder that I take a wife From the unpolish'd walks of humble life, I'll tell you on what ground my love began, And let the wise confute it if they can. I saw a girl, with nature's untaught grace, Turn from my gaze a most engaging face; Herbert's Apology. I saw her drop the tear, I knew full well She felt for _you_ much more than she could tell. I found her understanding, bright as day, Through all impediments still forc'd its way; On that foundation shall my soul rely, The rock of genuine humility. Call'd as she is to act a nobler part, To rule my houshold, and to share my heart, I trust her prudence, confident to prove Days of delight, and still unfading love; For, while her inborn tenderness survives, That heav'nly charm of mothers and of wives, I'll look for joy:--Here come the neighbours all; Broach the old barrel, feast them great and small, For I'm determin'd while the sun's so bright, That this shall be a wedding-day outright: John Meldrum's wish.--Conclusion. |
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