Volume 2

Good tidings, or, News from the farm. A poem.

  • Robert Bloomfield
Date:
1804
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Licence: Public Domain Mark

Credit: Good tidings, or, News from the farm. A poem. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    Shall still survive; for, oh! on ev’ry mind Are left some traces of ‘thy wrath behind. There dwelt, beside a brook that creeps along Midst infant hills and mead unknown to song, And alder-groves, and many:a flow’ry lea Still winding onward to the northern sea, One to whom poverty and faith were giv’n, a‘ Calm village silence, and the hope of heav’n: Alone she dwelt; and while each morn brought peace, And health was smiling on her year’s increase, And haply still a flatt’ring prospect drew, Twas well,—but there are days of trouble too. Sudden and fearful, rushing through her frame, Unusual pains and feverish symptoms came; Then, when debilitated, faint, and poor, How sweet to hear a footstep at her door!
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