XXXV.
To show him parting, to the light she rears
His child, yet ignorant of human woe;
And soon its guileless silver voice she hears,
“O! where is father going in the snow?”
The tender accents start the mother’s tears,
“He does, my child, to barbarous red men go,
To seek protection from hard brethren here
For thee and me, and all to him that’s dear.”