While his mild manners more than words convey’d!
But human bliss is of a transient date,
Nor permanent thy woes, tho’ now severe:
Soon shall you meet in a celestial state,
And then no more the pangs of parting fear.
ON THE
BIRTH OF J——. H——. Esq.’s SON.
NOVEMBER 15, 1790.
DEAR lovely babe, with hearts elate,
We hail thy natal hour: