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Now soften'd as their spirits were by love, Abhorrent from such thoughts they turn'd away; And with a happier feeling, from the dove, They named the child Yeruti. On a day When smiling at his mother's breast in play, They in his tones of murmuring pleasure heard A sweet resemblance of the stock-dove's lay, Fondly they named him from that gentle bird, And soon such happy use endear'd the fitting word.

Days pass, and moons have wex'd and waned, and still This dovelet nestled in their leafy bower Obtains increase of sense, and strength and will, As in due order many a latent power Expands,—humanity's exalted dower: And they while thus the days serenely fled Beheld him flourish like a vigorous flower Which lifting from a genial soil its head By seasonable suns and kindly showers is fed.