Of blooming children, issue from the door;
He saw her loving neighbors them detain
The Almighty’s blessing on them to implore,
And heard the farewell hymn, a pensive strain
Of mingled voices as they trod the plain.
VIII.
Pleasant it was, and mournful was it too,
To see the matron leading by the hand,
From all their joys to toils and dangers new,
That innocent and happy infant band;