And, conscious of sleep's dread repose, Arouse the slumberer from the grave; And o'er him breathe thy vital breath, And, by thy warmth, reclaim from death! Thou ne'er again shalt gladly bear And bring the band to close the wound; Ah! thou no more shalt homeward bring The infant through the frozen air; And as with hand half-human-ring The Convent bell-nor quit thy care, Till on the hearth, before the blaze, Thou on his opening eyelids gaze! Long on thy loss that hearth shall dwell ;Friend of mankind! farewell!-farewell! TO INIS. FROM THE SPANISH. WHAT shall I compare thee to? What shall I compare thee to? I grant thou hast stolen-heaven knows how !- But thou art not of them, for they Shine on our earth (sometimes) a day! What shall I compare thee to ?— |