XXXV.

And gazing on the dead, she thought his face Faded, or altered into something new-- Like to her Father's features, till each trace More like and like to Lambro's aspect grew-- With all his keen worn look and Grecian grace; And starting, she awoke, and what to view? Oh! Powers of Heaven! what dark eye meets she there? 'T is--'t is her Father's--fixed upon the pair!