With anxious fondness to my breast,
My heart’s sole comfort I behold,
More dear than life, when life was blest;
I saw her pining, fainting, cold,
I begg’d - but vain was my request.
I saw the tempting food, and seized -
My infant-sufferer found relief;
And in the pilfer’d treasure pleased,
Smiled on my guilt, and hush’d my grief.
But I have griefs of other kind,