“The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.” ChildrenMomentsEyeMotherWishBornHoursCryDrinkEarsAskingPressesCaughtGrantsBosomsInfancyCherubs Author:Samuel Rogers
“Mine be a cot beside the hill; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near.” TurnsFallMinesEarsHillsBeesBrooksMillsHives Book:Poems Source: Poems
