His ceaseless smile and joyous air,
His infant soul had ne'er felt sadness,
Nor kenn'd he yet but life was fair.
His chubby cheek with genuine mirth
Blown out—while all around him smiled,
And fairy-land to him seemed earth,
I envied him, unwitting child.
I look'd again—his eye was flush'd
With passion proud and deep delight,
But often o'er his brow there gush'd