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 A hat and feather, hawk, and hound,

To hunt within thy Father's ground;

The child reply'd, that will be brave,

When I that state and grandeur have.

Father,.I'lI do as you have done,

Like to a disobedient son,

The lonesome Lodge shall you suffice,

Where now my poor old Grandfire lies.

Each day with Lords of high renown,

At a full table I'll sit down,

Which being done, you shall receive,

The poor reversions which we leave.

These words like fatal darts indeed,

Made his relenting heart to bleed,

He wept and trembled every limb,

To hear that sharp reproof from him.

He finote upon his breast, and said,

Since I my Father did degrade,

Behold my little infant Son,

Reproves me for what I have done.

Tis just with God it should be so,

I'll to my aged Father go,

And beg his pardon out of hand,

Restore him to his house and land.

Then posting to his lonely cell,

Upon his bended knees he fell;

With melting sorrow, thus said he,

Dear loving Father, pardon me.