Hark! from his lips unmeaning murmurs flow—
He speaks: “Dear father—mother—” Heaven above!
That old man dreams of childhood’s guiltless love.
The daylight shines not on a fiercer brow,
A fiercer eye, a haughtier lip, and now,
Serenely, sweetly, there, a sinless boy,
He smiles in slumber o’er a childish joy.
To Gilbert’s eyes those words recalled a scene,
That ah! no more for Gilbert shall be green;
And at those syllables so lightly spoke,