Unhappy child! The full-appointed time
Is His to choose; and when the sullen chime
And deep-toned striking of the funeral bell,
Thy fate to earthly ears shall sadly tell,
O! may the death thou talk’st of as a boon,
Find thee prepared, nor come, even then, too soon!
Mrs. Norton.
If no more
From its calmed deeps shall rise the fettered sea,
If Heaven’s fair bow proclaims the peril o’er;