And filled it with her monstrous brood- Sights of fear, and of distress, That pass a harmless infant's guess! But the clouds, that overcast For every lesson thou hast lost. Then wandering up thy sire's lov'd hill,* Of health and pastime. Birds shall sing 'Mid new-yean'd lambkins thou shalt play, Hardly less a lamb than they. Then thy prison's lengthened bound Shall be the horizon skirting round. And, while thou fillest thy lap with flowers, To make amends for wintery hours, * Hampstead. The breeze, the sunshine, and the place, That sour restraint had graven there; And on thy every look impress A more excelling childishness. So shall be thy days beguil'd, BALLAD. FROM THE GERMAN. THE clouds are blackening, the storms threat ening, And ever the forest maketh a moan: Billows are breaking, the damsel's heart aching, "The world is empty, the heart is dead surely, Living right lovingly." DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM. DAVID and his three captains bold Nigh which no water they could have, Strait bethought him of a well, Oft drunk his fill, a shepherd lad ; To execute his will did fly. The mighty Three the ranks broke through Of armed foes, and water drew For David, their beloved king, At his own sweet native spring. Back through their armed foes they haste, "Of your three lives this thing ye did, |