Spare the fine tremors of her feeling frame! At each response the sacred rite requires, O'er her fair face what wild emotions play! And settled sunshine on her soul descend! Ah soon, thine own confest, ecstatic thought! TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY sister. * AH! why with tell-tale tongue reveal For this presumption, soon or late, -Trace all the mother in the child! Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder THE ALPS AT DAY-BREAK. THE Sun-beams streak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rise, And chase the roebuck thro' the snow. |