"Try not the egg!" the "old man" cried,
"Dark lowers some prodigy inside!
What if fowl play?"—no more he said,
For her protecting fingers spread
Egg-shell she o'er.
Ye Mayden—her Prayer.
"Stay, Pa!" the maiden said, "let's test
Your query, ere upon this breast
You anguish pile." Her moistening eye
Here drooped, and struggled with a sigh,