Taylor, Jane, 1783-1824, Taylor, Ann, 1782-1866 · Philadelphia : T. Ash · leaf 41
t tortures they have borne ;While I, well pleasd, have stood to see Their tender bodies torn ! 0, what a wicked boy Ive been, Such torments to bestow ;Well I deserve the pain I feel, Since I could serve them so! But now I know how great the smart, How terrible the pain!As long as I can feel myself,… … His dim eye is sunk in his head, And wrinkles deep furrow his brow ; Animation and vigour are fled,And yield to infirmity now. Little strangers, his name is Old Age,His journey will shortly be oer, He soon will leave lifes busy stage,To be torn by affliction no more. Little strangers ! though…
Children's poetry, English
Internet Archive · New York Public Library · Public Domain Mark 1.0. Free to use for anything.
