I never saw the man whom you describe.

'Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly

As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother.

Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be,

That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady,
As often as I think of those dear times
When you two little ones would stand at eve
On each side of my chair, and make me learn
All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk