My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes; And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobeyed, I struck him, and dismissed; With hard words and unkissed, His mother, who was patient, being dead.
My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes; And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the seventh time disobeyed, I struck him, and dismissed; With hard words and unkissed, His mother, who was patient, being dead.
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