Fail not to spring from either Parent's eye
Oft as they hear of sorrow like their own,
Yet this departed Little-one, too long
The innocent troubler of their quiet, sleeps
In what may now be called a peaceful bed.[JE]
"On a bright day—so calm and bright, it seemed[JF]
To us, with our sad spirits, heavenly-fair—
These mountains echoed to an unknown sound;[700]
A volley, thrice repeated o'er the Corse
Let down into the hollow of that grave,