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Title: The Reason
Author: Fay Inchfawn [
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"Why shouldest Thou be as a wayfaring man, that
turneth aside to tarry for a night?"--Jer. xiv. 8.
Nay, do not get the venison pasty
out;
I shall not greatly put myself about
Hungry, he may be; yes, and we shall
spare
Some bread and cheese, 'tis truly whole-
some fare.
We have to-morrow's dinner still to find;
It's well for you I have a frugal mind. Not the best bed! No, no. Whatever
next?
Why with such questionings should I be
vext?
The man is naught to us; why should
we care?
The little attic room will do; 'tis bare,
But he'll be gone before to-morrow's light;
He has but come to tarry for a night.
I shall not speak with him. Oh, no, not I,
Lest I should pity overmuch, or buy
Some paltry ware of his. Nay, I'll to
bed,
And he can sup alone, well warmed and
fed;
'Tis much to take him in a night like this.
Why should I fret me with concerns of
his?
Grey morning came, and at the break of
day
The Man rose up and went upon his way
[The end]
Fay Inchfawn's poem: Reason
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