The parent lip in infant years
With balmy soothing power
Can win a smile thro’ glittering tears
And dry the April shower,
The lover’s rapture breathing kiss
Its favor’d mortals prove
Feeds high that trembling flame of bliss
All fascinating love
Years of delight! tho’ past, no sigh
My bosom e’er shall heave,
While heav’n can give a higher joy
’Twere impious sure to grieve:
’Tis mine that higher joy to prove
It mantles in my breast
While on the cherub lips I love
The parent kiss is prest.
Dec 27