Of his own children, eager in their joys:
All this he feels, a dream’s delusive bliss
Gives the expression, and the glow like this.
And now his Judith lays her knitting by,
These strong emotions in her friend to spy
For she can fully of their nature deem -
But see! he breaks the long protracted theme,
And wakes, and cries - “My God! ’twas but a dream.”
TALE III.
THE GENTLEMAN FARMER.