Classic Poem

Owen to Lothian's vale is fled—
Earl Barnard's lofty towers appear—
‘O! art thou there; the full heart said,
‘O! art thou there, my parent dear?’

Yes, she is there: from idle state
Oft has she stole her hour to weep;
Think how she ‘by thy cradle sate,’
And how she ‘fondly saw thee sleep.

Now tries his trembling hand to frame
Full many a tender line of love;
And still he blots the parent's name,
For that, he fears, might fatal prove.