Classic Poem

Oh ! wond'rous Force of Sympathy,
Where Three unite in Harmony:
Where Master with the Maid combines,
And Mistress with them Issue joins:
Where all unanimous agree
To club for future Progeny.

Ah! may the household Gods adorn
This happy Infant, yet unborn
With Mother's Cleanliness and Air,
(A stately, silly, tatter'd Fair,)
The Mistress Form may it partake,
Her awkward Mein, and clumsy Make;
Her broken Moath, her Judas Crin,
And all the Fiend which reigns within.
But Daddy's Lines! oh let the Face
Reflect, with such expressive Grace!
That all, who shall this Infant see,
May cry at Sight, 'Tis very he!