ON FINDING A STRAYED CHILD. Eliza Day Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T132359 Daye, Eliza, b. ca. 1734. Poems, on Various Subjects. Liverpool Printed by J. M'Creery 1798 pp. [180]-181. [2],x,[4],258p.; 8°

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ON FINDING A STRAYED CHILD . A STEM blown from its parent tree , I planted in my humble bower ; Sure it may grow to shelter me , From scorching sun and dripping shower . Stay Madelina , child of woe , Thy little feet no more shall roam , I said , and fast as tears could flow , Mine fell , and pity took thee home . The dewy ground was then thy bed , Its canopy , the arch of Heaven ; On a cold stone reclin'd thy head , Thy mouldy scraps were hardly given . Ill suited was thy motley dress , Refuse of infancy and age ; So sorted , as to shew distress . Not screen thee from the tempest's rage . But on thy face yet health could glow , There unreflecting smiles were seen : For transient joy so temper'd woe , To cheer thy little heart within . By want torn from thy parent tree , Here hapless Madelina come ; My little shall be shar'd with thee , I'll be thy parent — here's thy home .