Next, when this first and most propitious brief
Had reach’d the cot, alternate joy and grief
With equal pressure influenc’d Jane’s breast,
And oft at night prevented needful rest;
Her sire, (as she,) alternately would sigh,—
As oft he smil’d as oft bedew’d his eye:
“A month,” said George, “will soon have pass’d away,
And then a week, and then another day,
And then the moment when my child is gone!—
And I (he said most sorrowf’lly), alone!”