With greater pride, and with superior joy,
He look’d exulting on his first-born boy;
To her fond breast the wife her infant strain’d,
Some feelings utter’d, some were not explain’d;
And she enraptured with her treasure grew,
The sight familiar, but the pleasure new.
Yet there appear’d within that tranquil state
Some threat’ning prospect of uncertain fate;
Between the married when a secret lies,
It wakes suspicion from enforced disguise: