SONNET, To a Friend who asked, how I felt when the Nurse first presented my Infant to me. CHARLES! my slow heart was only sad, when first But when I saw it on its Mother's arm, And hanging at her bosom (she the while Of dark remembrance and presageful fear, 'Twas even thine, beloved woman mild ! So for the Mother's sake the Child was dear, And dearer was the Mother for the Child. THE VIRGIN's CRADLE-HYMN. Copied from a Print of the Virgin, in a Catholic village in Germany. DORMI, Jesu! Mater ridet, Quæ tam dulcem somnum videt, Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat Blande, veni, somnule. ENGLISH. Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling: Mother sits beside thee smiling: Sleep, my darling, tenderly! If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, Come, soft slumber, balmily! ( EPITAPH, ON AN INFANT. Irs balmy lips the Infant blest Relaxing from its Mother's breast, How sweet it heaves the happy sigh Of innocent Satiety ! And such my Infant's latest sigh! MELANCHOLY.* A FRAGMENT. STRETCH'D on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall, The dark green Adder's Tongue § was there; The long lank leaf bow'd fluttering o'er her cheek. That pallid cheek was flush'd: her eager look 1 And her bent forehead work'd with troubled thought. A mystic tumult, and a fateful rhyme * First published in the Morning Chronicle, in the year 1794. § A botanical mistake. The plant, I meant, is called the Hart's Tongue; but this would unluckily spoil the poetical effect. ergo Botanice. Cedat TELL'S BIRTH-PLACE. Imitated from Stolberg. I. MARK this holy chapel well! The Birth-place, this, of WILLIAM TELL. Here, where stands God's altar dread, Stood his parents' marriage-bed. II. Here first, an infant to her breast, Him his loving mother prest; And kiss'd the babe, and bless'd the day, And pray'd as mothers use to pray. 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. |