CHAPTER 22
Motherhood
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"Lo! At the couch where infant beauty sleeps, Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes, And weaves a song of melancholy joy- 'Sleep, image of thy father, sleep, my boy; No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine; No sigh that rends thy father's heart and mine; Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but ah! more blest than he! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last Shall soothe this aching heart for all the past- With many a smile my solitude repay, And chase the world's ungenerous scorn away. " CAMPBELL.
MEANWHILE, downstairs Fay was having tea in the drawing-room with her aunt. She came in from the garden when she was called, rubbing her wet little red hands with her handkerchief.