DETAILS, FICTION AND PHOENIX UTV TOURS

Thy infant breast a like passion exhibit’d; However in my arms (an at any time-satisfying load) Or at my knee, by Phoenix wouldst thou stand; No meals was grateful but from Phoenix’ hand.[210] I pass my watchings o’er thy helpless yrs, The tender labours, the compliant cares, The gods (I thought) reversed their hard decree, And Phoenix felt a