POEMS.
87
THE MOTHER'S ALARM.
[IMITATED FROM THE GREEK.]
With gaudy flowers the cliff was gay;
Thither a Child had crept to play,
And o'er the brink was bending.
The Mother came—she saw her boy,
Her only care, her only joy,
One crag his fall suspending.
Thither a Child had crept to play,
And o'er the brink was bending.
The Mother came—she saw her boy,
Her only care, her only joy,
One crag his fall suspending.
He stretched to reach the flowers below———
Ah! should she now to seize him go,
Some start or hasty action
Might plunge him headlong in the flood!
That thought with horror chilled her blood!
'Twas anguish! 'twas distraction!
Ah! should she now to seize him go,
Some start or hasty action
Might plunge him headlong in the flood!
That thought with horror chilled her blood!
'Twas anguish! 'twas distraction!
