And she says, when she tells it—“Indeed, it is true—
And I wonder I bear it so calmly and well!”
THE PRODIGAL GOING.
What! live for ever buried thus,
Thus all the Hope of Youth destroy—
Here the poor Business to discuss
Of a poor Farm! a Slave’s Employ!
For ever to be held a Boy
And leave to live of Man implore—
No! let me Life’s delights enjoy,