Though strong, is, in the main, a joyless tie Apt likeness bears to hers through gathered clouds Moving untouched in silver purity, And cheering oft-times their reluctant gloom. Fair are ye both, and both are free from stain: And range about disquieted in change, And still impatient of the shape she wears. Once up, once down the hill, one journey, Babe, Hath this conception, grateful to behold, Changed countenance, like an object sullied o'er By breathing mist; and thine appears to be A mournful labour, while to her is given Hope and a renovation without end. - That smile forbids the thought; —for on thy face Smiles are beginning, like the beams of dawn, To shoot and circulate ;- smiles have there been Tranquil assurances that Heaven supports The feeble motions of thy life, and cheers Such are they, and the same are tokens, signs, Which, when the appointed season hath arrived, Joy, as her holiest language, shall adopt; And Reason's godlike Power be proud to own. |