Fugitive Verses

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TWO BROTHERS.

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	WHO presses on my knee this kindly pat,
	And with a merry archness in my face
	Looks up?—a youngling of my own liel race:
	Comest thou to woo my notice, little Matt?
	I think thou dost, and thou shalt have it too,
	For, whatsoe'er thou dost or dost not do,
	Thou hast upon my heart a potent claim,—
	Matthew Baillie is thy name;
	And worn by thee, O never may
	The light transmitted fade away!
	The virtues of thy grandsire's manly breast,
	May they within thy bosom ever rest!
	Far be from thee, dear child, even in thy play,
	A crooked cunning trick or selfish way,—
	All greedy grasping, or of cake or toy!
	Thou must be generous, kind and true, my boy.

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	And if, in after days, thou needs must fight
	With angry school-mates, wrestle for the right.
	Whate'er the poor or wealthy do, thou must
	Frank and straight-forward be, faithful and just.
	No seeking favour with fair glozing words!
	No dangling after little patron lords!
	In thee, or man or boy, still let us see
	Traces of him whose name now honours thee.
	He passed, through life with conscience for his guide,
	Nor hesitated, winked, or turned aside.
	He lived in courts, all courtly failings near,
	And knew not feigning, flattery, or fear.
	Be thou a Matthew then from right unswerving,
	And of thy name deserving.

	Ah, little man! thy roguish eye
	When those thou lovest are standing by,
	Thy scowling brow and stormy voice,
	When thwarted of thy will or choice,
	Shew thou wilt have no easy play
	Old aunty's precepts to obey.

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	Aye! and wee Willie too is near,
	His gladsome, cooing voice, I hear;
	And there he comes in all his charms,
	Set perching in his nurse's arms.
	In his sweet face beam smiles of love
	That o'er cheeks, chin, and forehead move;
	Fat dimpled arms, and shoulders bare,
	The same emotion seem to share;
	Yea, could we see thee all, we should discover
	Thou art one living smile all over.
	Thy small foot too, tinged like the rose,
	With all its spread and stirring toes,
	Its tiny heel and ankle stout,
	From muslin coaties peeping out—
	What part of thee can we behold
	That is not worth a mine of gold?
	Thy open mouth that offers kisses
	So winningly, and seldom misses
	A kind return, full twenty-fold,
	From stern or gentle, young or old;
	Come sweet temptation! near—more near,
	And let me feel its pressure dear!

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	Thou little, loving harmless baby,
	Ah! what progressive changes may be;
	When, with thy youth and manhood, future years
	Have dealt, and on thy countenance appears
	The marked expression of thy inward worth,
	By joy, and grief, and love, and generous ire drawn forth!
	Could we even now thy future fortunes know,
	Thy character and thy endowments!—No;
	Why look through onward time to see
	What thou, dear baby, then mayest be?
	I will not from the present part,
	Loving so dearly what thou art.

	Matthew and William, brothers twain,
	God's blessing on your heads remain!
	Soft pretty signs and tokens tell
	That now ye love each other well,
	And nature's self and parents kind
	Will round your hearts this blessing bind.
	In sacred words to each dear brother,
	A grand-aunt's say concludes,—"love one another."

About this text
Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
http://content.cdlib.org/view?docId=kt567nb8xt&brand=oac4
Title: Fugitive Verses
By:  Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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