Of woman’s sweet lips warmed his own.
And Julio, too, (for such the name
I gave the orphan boy,) with tears
And choking sob, and trembling came
To whisper me his rising fears.
That I his father—I whose love
Had sheltered long his feeble form
E’en as some stronger bird the dove
All mateless wandering in the storm,—
That I borne down amid the stern