She ministered unto the little other
In the capacity of foster-mother.
"I was her own. Oh! how I lay and sobbed
In my poor cradle—deeply, deeply cursing
The rich man's pampered bantling, who had robbed
My only birthright—an attentive nursing!
Sometimes, in hatred of my foster-brother,
I gnashed my gums—which terrified my mother.
One darksome day (I should have mentioned that