Читать книгу The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No 3, September, 1862 - Various - Страница 9

Thanks for your kind advice, my worthy sire!

Though thrust upon me, and but little prized.

The offices you modestly require,

I reckon, will be scarcely realized.

My service to you! but not quite so far

That I will lop a limb, or force my lips

To gratify your longing. Not a star

Of my escutcheon shall your fogs eclipse!

Let noble deeds evince my parentage.

No rival I; my aim is not so low:

In nature's course, youth soon outstrippeth age,

And is survivor at its overthrow.

Freedom is Heaven's best gift. Thanks! I am free,

Nor will acknowledge your supremacy!