A Child Screening a Dove from a Hawk
BY STEWARDSON .
A Y , screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may, —
Yet I misdoubt thy trembling hand
Will scare the hawk away.
That dove will die, that child will weep, —
Is this their destime?
Ever amid the sweets of life
Some evil thing must be.
Ay, moralise, — is it not thus
We've mourn'd our hope and love?
Ah! there are tears for every eye,
A hawk for every dove!
A Y , screen thy favourite dove, fair child,
Ay, screen it if you may, —
Yet I misdoubt thy trembling hand
Will scare the hawk away.
That dove will die, that child will weep, —
Is this their destime?
Ever amid the sweets of life
Some evil thing must be.
Ay, moralise, — is it not thus
We've mourn'd our hope and love?
Ah! there are tears for every eye,
A hawk for every dove!
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.