And soothing care should cheer the fainting heart.
Here, with dejected wretchedness enclos'd,
To brutal hands and impious eyes expos'd,
Her sacred sorrows the sad crisis press,—
Occurrent horrors, premature distress,
Spread with foul clouds the inauspicious ray,
That opes the new-born victim's doleful day!
Behold her bending o'er her infant charge,
Hear the laments her copious grief enlarge.
“ Ill-fated innocent,” (she wailing cries)