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Show PARENTAL UNREST 0 baby mine, I long to know If you will belss or curse me, If when to manhood's height you grow Your hate will e'er immerse me. You had on choice to come or stay, Your kin was not your choosing, You were not asked if you would . Play Life's game where all are losing. This world is not a gentle place On which to start a stranger, It greets you with a stony face And strews your path with danger. It's highways lead to Folly's court, Whre petty tyrants bind you; Great, stupid fears about you sport, And pleasant lies that blind you. Full half your days are marked by Fraud, Or seared by blasts of Sorrow; If Joy doth for an hour applaud, Grief claims a whole tomorrow. So take your chance, 0 baby mine, A foolish trick I've played you, Some bitter brewings will be thine Before to rest they've laid you. George C. Bensinger |