human
He to a fellow-lodger's care Had left it, to be watched and fed, And pipe its song in safety;--there [7] I found it when my Son was dead; And now, God help me for my little wit! 35 I bear [8] it with me, Sir;--he took so much delight in it.
gpt
Beneath your Cloak What's that which on your arm you bear?
human
What treasure, said I,