The father in her infant’s face;
‘How sweet,’ she cried, ‘a mothers bliss!
‘And sweet, oh sweet, my cherub’s kiss!
‘Sleep on! my babe, securely rest!
‘I feel thee mantling in my breast;
‘Sleep on, and with each hour improve—
‘My first—my only pledge of love!
‘How could I bear from thee to part,
‘Thou dearest treasure of my heart?
‘Yet, ah! I tremble when I know