English poem
SONG. (When thou shalt see his bosom swelling)
by Anonymous
When thou shalt see his bosom swelling, When soft compassion's tear shall start, As my poor father's woes thou'rt telling, Come back and claim my hand and heart.
The cause blest eloquence will lend thee; Nay, haste, and ease my soul's distress; To judge thy worth, I'll here attend thee, And rate thy love by thy success.
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