A feeling Boy, and happy, though the less,
From that fine feeling, form’d for happiness.
His mother left him to his favourite ways,
And what he made his pleasure brought him praise.
Romantic, tender, visionary, mild,
Affectionate, reflecting when a child, 10
With fear instinctive he from harshness fled,
And gentle tears for all who suffer’d shed;
Tales of misfortune touch’d his generous heart,
Of maidens left, and lovers forced to part.