DREAMT AS PARTS OF A NEW PLAY WHICH I WROTE .

H E had been struck with Beauty's glance:—the bower
Was nuptial, and was bless'd with holy rites.
They have a child, as lovely as the morn,
Brought into life, and by a peasant's dame
The sacred charge is nurtur'd:—here's the cot
Known by the willow that hangs over it!