It happen’d that, to sleep inclined,
Deluded Hope for one short hour
To that false Innocence’s power 40
Her little charge consign’d.
The Goddess then her lap with sweetmeats fill’d
And gave, in handfuls gave, the treacherous store:
A wild delirium first the infant thrill’d;
But soon upon her breast he sunk—to wake no more. 45
[340] Compare Gray’s Progress of Poesy, iii. I. 87—
The dauntless child