Babes that had learnt to lisp her name,
And heroes he had led to fame.
But what felt D'Arcy, when at length
Her father's gate was open flung ?
Ah ! then he found a giant's strength;
For round him, as for life, she clung !
And when, her fit of weeping o'er,
Onward they moved a little space,
And saw an old man sitting at the door,-
Saw his wan cheek, and sunken eye
That seemed to gaze on vacancy, —
Then, at the sight of that beloved face,
At once to fall upon his neck she flew;
But - not encouraged — back she drew,
And trembling stood in dread suspense,
Her tears her only eloquence !
All, all — the while - an awful distance keeping;
Save D'Arcy, who nor speaks nor stirs;
And one, his little hand in hers,
Who weeps to see his sister weeping.
Then Jacqueline the silence broke.
She clasped her father's knees and spoke,
Her brother kneeling too;
While D'Arcy as before looked on,
Though from his manly cheek was gone
Its natural hue.
“His praises from your lips I heard,
fond heart was won ;
And, if in aught his sire has erred,
O, turn not from the son ! -
She, whom in joy, in grief, you nursed;
Who climbed and called you father first,