Her founts of crystal, and her palmy wines,
May lull its throb, its languid tone restore,
And charm it back to all it was before.
The poetess then describes the anguish he endured.
This is all that we can extract for the reader’s recreation from the first Part or Canto of this meritorious poem, with the exception of a very touching ballad. The verses are supposed to be repeated by an Indian mother, over the grave of her departed child. Let us call them
THE INDIAN MOTHER’S LAMENT.
Twice falling snows have clad the earth;
Twice hath the fly-bird weaved his nest;
Since first I smiled upon thy birth,
And felt thee breathing on my breast.