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51 Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast !
For which he paid full dear;
Did sing most loud and clear ;
52 Whereat his horse did snort as he
Had heard a lion roar,
As he had done before.
53 Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig ;
For why?— they were too big.
54 Now, Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down
She pulld out half-a-crown.
55 And thus unto the youth she said,
That drove them to the Bell,
My husband safe and well.
56 The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain,
By catching at his rein ;
57 But, not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
And made him faster run.
58 Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels,
The lumbering of the wheels.
59 Six gentlemen upon the road
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They raised the hue and cry :
60 Stop thief! stop thief !-a highwayman !
Not one of them was mute ;
Did join in the pursuit.
61 And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space,
That Gilpin rode a race.
62 And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town ;
He did again get down.
63 Now let us sing, Long live the king,
And Gilpin, long live he ;
May I be there to see !
1 REASONING at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way ; While meaner things, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray.
2 One silent eve I wander'd late,
And heard the voice of love ; The turtle thus address'd her mate,
And soothed the listening dove :
3 Our mutual bond of faith and truth
No time shall disengage;
Shall cheer our latest age :
4 While innocence without disguise,
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there :
5 Those ills that wait on all below
Shall ne'er be felt by me,
As being shared with thee.
6 When lightnings flash among the trees,
Or kites are hovering near,
And know no other fear.
7 'Tis then I feel myself a wife,
press thy wedded side,
Death never shall divide.
8 But oh ! if, fickle and unchaste
(Forgive a transient thought), Thou couldst become unkind at last,
And scorn thy present lot,
9 No need of lightnings from on high,
Or kites with cruel beak;
This widow'd heart would break.
10 Thus sang the sweet sequester'd bird,
Soft as the passing wind;
A lesson for mankind.
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
But suddenly a wind as high
'Tis Providence alone secures