Sonnet from Vincenzio Da Filicaja

Sonnet from Vincenzio Da Filicaja

See a fond mother, and her young ones round,

Her soul soft melting with maternal love,

Some to her breast she clasps, and others prove

By kisses her affection: on the ground
Her ready foot affords a rest for one,

Another smiling sits upon her knee;

By their desiring eyes, and actions free,

And lisping words their little wants are known: -
To those she gives a look, a frown to these,

But all is love. Thus awful Providence

Watches and helps us: - oft denies our sense

But to invite more earnest prayer and praise;
Or seeming to deny what we implore,
In that refusal gives a blessing more.

Unattributed

1:11, p. 44

1827.05.25