529. Song—How cruel are the parents

 HOW cruel are the parents
 Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
 Poor Woman sacrifice!
Meanwhile, the hapless Daughter
 Has but a choice of strife;
To shun a tyrant Father’s hate—
 Become a wretched Wife.



The ravening hawk pursuing,
 The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun impelling ruin,
 Awhile her pinions tries;
Till, of escape despairing,
 No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless Falconer,
 And drops beneath his feet.

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