That my harsh usage help’d him on his way:
What! I suppose, I should have nursed his muse,
And with champagne have brighten’d up his views;
Then had he made me famed my whole life long,
And stunn’d my ears with gratitude and song.
Still should the father bear that I regret
Our joint misfortune - Yes! I’ll not forget.”
Thus they: - the father to his grave convey’d
The son he loved, and his last duties paid.
“There lies my Boy,” he cried, “of care bereft,