I thought myself, indeed, secure,
So fast the door, so firm the lock;
But, lo! he toddling comes to lure
My parent ear with timorous knock.
My heart were stone could it withstand
The sweetness of my...
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I say, as one who never feared |
I count my treasures o'er with care,--- |
COBBLER |
My harp is on the willow-tree, |
Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite |