 | The Works of Thomas Love Peacock |  |
Soon shall new objects thy affection share,
New hopes, new duties claim Rosalia's care.
How will thy anxious eye exulting trace
The charms and virtues of thy infant-race!
Thy tender hand with sense and taste refin'd
Shall stamp each impulse of the rip'ning mind,
And early teach their little steps to stray
Through Virtue's paths, and Wisdom's flow'ry way.
New hopes, new duties claim Rosalia's care.
How will thy anxious eye exulting trace
The charms and virtues of thy infant-race!
Thy tender hand with sense and taste refin'd
Shall stamp each impulse of the rip'ning mind,
And early teach their little steps to stray
Through Virtue's paths, and Wisdom's flow'ry way.
| The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | |