Smooths the contracted brow, and chears the heart within.
MATERNAL AFFECTION.
Now swiftly fled the shades of night,
Before the sun’s transparent light,
Fresh with the glitt’ring dews of morn,
More fragrant bloom’d the verdant thorn.
The tender Delia waking, smil’d,
And flew to clasp her lovely child;
Asleep the angel infant lay,