“ Thou joy and anguish of these aching eyes,
“ Of parent misery the hapless heir,
“ Thy mother gives the welcome of despair;
“ Greets thy unconscious smile with throbbing fears;
“ Repays thy fondness with presageful tears.
“ Where now the joys should light the holy bow'r?
“ Where the sweet hopes that wing the natal hour?
“ Nor hope's blest dawn shall e'er thy fancy warm;
“ Nor joy's sweet smile illume thy abject form.
“ No grateful sire hails thee with conscious pride;