THE FOSTER MOTHER'S TALE. 9 But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, A fever seized him, and he made confession Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized, And cast into that hole. My husband's father 'Tis a sweet tale: Ter. Sel. He went on shipboard With those bold voyagers who made discovery Of golden lands. Sesina's younger brother And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed, SONNET. COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD; THE AUTHOR HAVING RECEIVED INTELLIGENCE OF THE BIRTH OF A SON, SEPT. 20, 1796. OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash doth last) Secm a mere semblance of some unknown past, Mixed with such feelings as perplex the soul Self-questioned in her sleep; and some have said We lived, ere yet this robe of flesh we wore.* O my sweet baby! when I reach my door, If heavy looks should tell me thou art dead, (As sometimes, through excess of hope, I fear,) I think that I should struggle to believe Thou wert a spirit, to this nether sphere Sentenced for some more venial crime to grieve; Did'st scream, then spring to meet Heaven's quick reprieve, While we wept idly o'er thy little bier! * Ην που ἡμῶν ἡ ψύχη πρὶν ἐν τῷδε τῷ ἀνθρωπίνῳ εἶδει yevéoval.-Plat. in Phædon. . SONNET. TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN INFANT TO ME. CHARLES! my slow heart was only sad, when first And hanging at her bosom (she the while So for the mother's sake the child was dear, TELL'S BIRTH-PLACE. IMITATED FROM STOLBERG. I. MARK this holy chapel well! The birth-place, this, of William Tell. II. Here, first, an infant to her breast, Him his loving mother prest; And kissed the babe, and blessed the day, III. "Vouchsafe him health, O God! and give The child thy servant still to live!" But God had destined to do more Through him, than through an armed power. IV. God gave him reverence of laws, Yet stirring blood in Freedom's cause- The eye of the hawk, and the fire therein! |