Stretch’d forth his little arms, and smiled.
Ed.
THE CONVICT
Composed (?).—Published 1798
The glory of evening was spread through the west;
—On the slope of a mountain I stood,
While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest
Rang loud through the meadow and wood.
“And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?” 5
In the pain of my spirit I said,