Poems consisting of a tour through parts of North and South Wales, sonnets, odes, and an epistle to a friend on physiognomy. By W. Sotheby |
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SONNET II. A MOTHER TO HER SLEEPING CHILD.
“Ah, happy child! when hanging o'er thy sleep“A mother fondly bends, watching the while
“Upon thy glowing cheek the dimpled smile
“Soft playing, as the breeze that fans the deep
“In the mild summer noon: Oh! may this sigh,
“That will have way, not rudely smite thine ear;
“Nor dropping on thy placid brow this tear
“Wake thee: at sight of grief, thou know'st not why,
“Poor babe! thy sympathizing tear might flow:
“Sleep on, nor taste before thy time the woe
“That racks me, fearful of thy future doom.
“How bright thy dawn of life! ah, may thy eve
“Set thus, unclouded by misfortune's gloom!
“Sleep then in peace, nor hear the sigh I heave.”
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