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First Line: Twas midnight; not a sound was heard
Last Line: Tears fall and mingle with her own
Subject(s): Children;night; Childhood;bedtime


"'T WAS midnight; not a sound was heard
Within the" -- "Papa, won't 'ou 'ook
An' see my pooty 'ittle house?
I wis' 'ou wouldn't wead 'ou book --"

"Within the palace where the king
Upon his couch in anguish lay --"
"Papa, pa-pa, I wis' 'ou 'd tum
An' have a 'ittle tonty play --"

"No gentle hand was there to bring
The cooling draught, or cool his brow;
His courtiers and his pages gone --"
"Tum, papa, tum; I want 'ou now --"

Down goes the book with needless force,
And with expression far from mild;
With sullen air and clouded brow
I seat myself beside my child.

Her little trusting eyes of blue
With mute surprise gaze in my face,
As if in its expression stern
Reproof and censure she could trace.

Anon her little bosom heaves,
Her rosy lips begin to curl;
And with a quivering chin she sobs,
"Papa don't love his 'ittle dirl!"

King, palace, book, are all forgot;
My arms are round my darling thrown, --
The thundercloud has burst, and lo!
Tears fall and mingle with her own.





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