'T is beautiful to see a matron bring
Her children up (if nursing them don't thin her);
Like cherubs round an altar-piece they cling
To the fire-side (a sight to touch a sinner).
A lady with her daughters or her nieces
Shine like a guinea and seven-shilling pieces.
LXI.
Old Lambro passed unseen a private gate,
And stood within his hall at eventide;
Meantime the lady and her lover sate