Solicitude

Come Matthew! set your Book aside, And Ann your Shawl put on, For in the Carriage we will ride To visit Uncle John.

The Way is long so Bread we’ll take, And then, with Cups to fill, We will alight our Thirst to slake By some pellucid Rill.

“Thanks, dear Papa,” the Youth did say, “But shall we ask Mama Her kindly Fears aside to lay Before we ride so far?”

Yes, thoughtful Boy, his Sire replied, Your Words I now commend; Solicitude should be our Guide With Parent, as with Friend.