1060 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1806. 
If things ensued that wanted grace, 
‘As hath been said, they were not base ; 
And never blush was on my face. 
Ah ! little doth the young one dream, 
When full of play and childish cares, 
What pewer hath even his wildest scream, 
’ Heard by his mother unawares ! 
He knows it not, he cannot guess : 
Years to a mother brings distress ; 
But do not make her Jove the less. 
Neglect me! no J suffer’d long 
From thatill thought ; and being blind, 
Said, ‘‘ Pride shall help me in my wrong ; 
Kind mother have I heen, as kind 
As ever breathed :” and that i is true; 
T’ve wet my path with tears like dew, 
Weeping for him when no one knew. 
My son, if thou be humbled, poor, 
Hopeless of honour and of gain, 
Oh! do not dread thy mother’s door ; 
Think not of me with grief and pain : 
TI now cansee with better eyes ; 
And worldly grandeur I despise, 
And fortune with her gifts and lies. 
Alas! the fowls of Heaven have wings, 
And blasts of Heaven will aid their flight ; 
They mount, how short a voyage brings 
The wanderers back to their delight ! 
Chains tie us down by land and sea ; 
And wishes, vain as mine, may be 
All that is lef{ to comfort thee. 
Perhaps some dungeon hears thee groan, 
Maim’d, mangled by inhuman men ; 
Or thou upon a desart thrown 
Inheritest the lion’s den ; 
Or hast been summoned to the deep, 
Thou, thou and all thy mates, to keep 
An incommunicable sleep. 
1 look for ghosts ; but none will force 
Their way to me ; ’tis falsely said 
That there was ever intercourse 
Betwiat the living and the dead 
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