CANTO IV. FRED'RIC return'd, that year of anguish o'er, What tender greetings on his native shore! How does Eugenia dive into his heart; Now soothings mild, now counsels sage impart! When to bestow sweet Pity's Hermon dew; Francis and Mary, with affection bland, In ev'ry studied care went hand in hand. F Clair with warm heart his other child receiv'd, She err'd in this: perhaps, the truth to own, True love, as yet, her friend had never known. The year that saw where erst his Father stood Fred'ric ascend, with pious awe imbued, In the same holy fane again to teach Those Christian graces so adorn'd by each ; That year beheld, with gratitude and pride, Eugenia hail sweet Emma Fred'ric's bride. In the same Parsonage where, an ardent boy, His years began, all eagerness and joy, Fred'ric with Emma dwells wise, happy, good, The house still wears its venerable face, Where black and white in cross-work interlace; Still the train'd apricot, as heretofore, Hangs on the chequer'd wall its golden store; Change the dark wainscot of that fav'rite room, Where is the heart that glows not at the sight Of all that childhood witness'd with delight! Fred'ric's beats high with renovated joy, When strays the man, where rambled once the boy. While, leaning still, she fondly turns to gaze When summer eve, all pleasure and perfume, Invites to shaded seat and partial gloom, On the green carpet of the velvet lawn, Beneath th' acacia is their table drawn. Then smokes the urn beside the spreading tree, And all the youthful train are life and glee. The happy kindred each the summons share; Eugenia, Francis, Mary, all are there, - And all the pleasing toil united share. I love the venerable Clair to see, A blooming cherub fix'd on either knee; Meanwhile an elder boy, as reindeer fleet, Has dragg'd the well-known plank before the seat, To guard from dewy grass the aged feet. And thus have years in pure enjoyment past, Each has a partner in the realms of rest, And those dear Children's troubles too are o'er, And all shall meet to separate no more. THE END. |