LXVIII.
With wide-ſpred wing unmovd, the eagle bends,
When, on old Snowdons brow prepard to light,
Sailing the liquid ſkye he ſheer deſcends:
Thus oft, when roving farre as wave extends,
The ſcenes of promiſt bliſs would warm the Boy;
To meet his brother with each wiſh yblends,
And friendſhips glowing hopes each thought employ;
And now at home arrivd his heart dilates with joy.
LXIX.
To ſpy the ſtreamlett or the elm-tree ſhade,
Where oft at eve, beneath the cawing rooks,
He with his feres in merry childhoode playd:
But all was changd!—Unweetingly diſmayd
A cold foreboding impulſe thrills his breaſt;
And who but Kathrin now is dearnly frayd
When entering in ſhe kens the ſtranger gueſt:
Then with ſad mien ſhe roſe, and kindlie him embraſt.
