May he, on whom her hope relies,

Protect thy lovely form,

While sudden blasts impetuous rise

In life’s tempestuous storm.

For thee, be calm the rolling flood,

Be still the blust’ring wave:

May’st thou be bless’d with every good

A mother’s heart can crave.

ON A
GENTLEMAN’S
PROPOSING TO TRAVEL 300 MILES
TO SEE J——. H——. Esq.’s CHILD.