’Twasthus the lover whiled his hours away;
          His heart-felt torments nothing could allay;
          Blessed if with fortune love he’d also lost,
          Which constantly his earthly comforts crossed;
          But this lorn passion preyed upon his mind:—­
          Where’er he rode, black care would mount behind.

          Deathtook at length the husband of the fair;
          An only son appointed was his heir,
          A sickly child, whose life, ’twas pretty plain,
          Could scarcely last till spring returned again,
          Which made the husband, by his will, decree,
          His wife the infant’s successor should be,
          In case the babe at early years should die,
          Who soon grew worse and raised the widow’s sigh.

          Toomuch affection parents ne’er can show:—­
          A mother’s feelings none but mothers know.

          FairClytia round her child with anxious care,
          Watched day and night, and no expense would spare;
          Inquired if this or that would please his taste;
          What he desired should be procured with haste;
          But nothing would he have that she proposed;
          An ardent wish howe’er the boy disclosed,
          For Fred’rick’s Falcon, and most anxious grew:—­
          Tear followed tear, and nothing else would do. 
          When once a child has got a whim in brain,
          No peace, no rest, till he the boon obtain.

          Weshould observe our belle, near Fred’rick’s cot,
          A handsome house and many lands had got;
          ’Twas there the lovely babe had lately heard,
          Most wondrous stories of the bird averred;
          No partridge e’er escaped its rapid wing:—­
          On every morn down numbers it would bring;
          No money for it would its owner take;
          Much grieved was Clytia such request to make. 
          The man, for her, of wealth had been bereft;
          How ask the only treasure he had left? 
          And him if she were led to importune,
          Could she expect that he’d accord the boon? 
          Alas! ungratefully she oft repaid,
          His liberal treats, his concerts, serenade,
          And haughtily behaved from first to last: 
          How be so bold, (reflecting on the past,)
          To see the man that she so ill had used? 
          And ask a favour?—­could she be excused? 
          But then her child!—­perhaps his life ’twould save;
          Naught would he take; the falcon she must crave.

          Thather sweet babe might be induced to eat,
          So meant the bird of Fred’rick to intreat;
          Her boy was heard continually to cry,
          Unless he had the falcon, he should die.