Be welcom’d mistress at the old domain.
IX.
When George, returning home from work one day,
Saw at a distance by some ricks of hay
In the “eight-acre” field, close by the gate,
The well-known die,[171]—he paus’d: “as sure as fate,”
He said, “that’s my dear child!—what can it be?”
And hasten’d forward; when she cheerfully,
Ran forth to meet him, say’ng “dear father look!”
At the same time she from her bosom took