Tixall Poetry/A Sigh to St Monica's Teares

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4302723Tixall Poetry — A Sigh to St Monica's TearesArthur Cliffordunknown author

A Sigh to St Monica's Teares.

Ye tender soft-par'd'mother springs,That trickling steale from those new op'ning eyes, Where Monica, loves siren, sings,To inchant her Austin into Paradise;Kind falacys, that have so well outdoneThe logick of your over subtill son:

If such fertill parent showresRevivd in him the eternall spring of blisse; If those seede pearle-bloomes of yoursBrought him such harvest home of happines;Oh, drop my baren soule one fruitfull teare,Or let it gleane some pregnant sorrow there.

Then earthly parents all adieu,Now onely Heaven must be of kin to me; I'le be conceavd and borne anew,And onely teares shall be my pedigree.Thrice happy generation! to be stiled,Of Austin's mother perles the adopted child.