For, well-a-day! their dale was fled;
His tuneful brethren all were dead;
And he, neglected and oppressed,
Wished to be with them and at rest.
WORDSWORTH.
Ah! little doth the young one dream,
When full of play and childish cares,
What power is in his wildest scream,
Heard by his mother unawares!
He knows it not, he cannot guess;