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sat upon the parent's knee, In love supremely bless'd, An infant, fair and full of glee, Caressing and caress'd, While siren Hope, with gladness wild, And eye cerulean blue, Bent sweetly down to kiss the child, And bless the mother too.

Then Memory came, with serious mien, And, looking back the while, Cast such a shadow o'er the scene As dimm'd Affection's smile; For still to Fancy's brightest hours She gave a hue of care, And bitter odours tinged the flowers That wreathed her sunny hair.

But in the youthful mother's soul Each cloud of gloom was brief, Too pure her raptured feelings roll To take the tint of grief; Firm Faith around her idol boy Its radiant mantle threw, And claim'd for him a higher joy Than Hope or Memory knew.