Charles Lamb Poems

JANE.
Miss Lydia every day is drest
Better than I am in my best
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As when a child on some long winter's night
Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees
With eager wond'ring and perturb'd delight
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After the tempest in the sky
How sweet yon rainbow to the eye!
Come, my Matilda, now while some
Few drops of rain are yet to come,
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This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignonette:
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Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!
Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;
Made fearful and august with woods & rocks,
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Abject, stooping, old, and wan,
See yon wretched beggar-man;
Once a father's hopeful heir,
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David and his three captains bold
Kept ambush once within a hold.
It was in Adullam's cave,
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Queen-bird, that sittest on thy shining nest
And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest,
And thou, thou other royal bird, that watchest
Lest the white mother wandering feet molest:
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SISTER.
Through the house what busy joy,
Just because the infant boy
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To Jesus our Saviour some parents presented
Their children-what fears and what hopes they must feel!
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