She slept not, but all tenderly, though fast,
Sustained his head upon her bosom's charms;
And now and then her eye to Heaven is cast,
And then on the pale cheek her breast now warms,
Pillowed on her o'erflowing heart, which pants
With all it granted, and with all it grants.[CC]
CXCVI.
An infant when it gazes on a light,
A child the moment when it drains the breast,
A devotee when soars the Host in sight,