Fair as the glowing dawn of day.
A soothing lullaby she sung,
And o’er the cradle fondly hung:
What eye could view a fairer sight?—
How pure her innocent delight!
In happy wedlock early join’d,
A mother, with a virgin mind,
Just sev’nteen summers had she seen,
And tall and graceful was her mien.
She paus’d a while, and strove to trace