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;