And bid us listen! And I deem it wise
To make him Nature's playmate. He knows well
The evening star: and once when he awoke
In most distressful mood (some inward pain
Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream)
I hurried with him to our orchard plot,
And he beholds the moon, and hush'd at once
Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently,
While his fair eyes that swam with undropt tears
Did glitter in the yellow moon-beam! Well--
It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven
Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up
Familiar with these songs, that with the night
He may associate Joy! Once more farewell,
Sweet Nightingale! once more, my friends! farewell.


[1] "_Most musical, most melancholy_." This passage in Milton
possesses an excellence far superior to that of mere
description: it is spoken in the character of the melancholy
Man, and has therefore a _dramatic_ propriety. The Author makes
this remark, to rescue himself from the charge of having
alluded with levity to a line in Milton: a charge than which
none could be more painful to him, except perhaps that of
having ridiculed his Bible.



THE FEMALE VAGRANT.