CXVI.

To aid thy mind's developement,--to watch Thy dawn of little joys,--to sit and see Almost thy very growth,--to view thee catch Knowledge of objects,--wonders yet to thee! To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee, And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,-- This, it should seem, was not reserved for me-- Yet this was in my nature:--as it is, I know not what is there, yet something like to this.