EUGENIA. CANTO I. "AND is the dreaded day so soon arriv'd, "This widow'd heart of all it loves depriv'd? 66 No, not of all- not yet of all bereft "My smiling babe, sweet Francis! will be left : "But you, my Fred'ric, and, my Arthur, you, "How shall I bid ye both this sad adieu! "Who shall a Mother's watchful love replace, "Check ev'ry fault, and nurture ev'ry grace? B |