Oh! smile on me, my little lamb !
For I thy own dear mother am.
My love for thee has well been tried :
I've sought thy father far and wide.
I know the poisons of the shade,
I know the earth-nuts fit for food ;
Then, pretty dear, be not afraid ;
We'll find thy father in the wood.
Now laugh and be gay, to the woods away!
And there, my babe ; we'll live for aye.

THE

ANCIENT MARINER,

A POET'S REVERIE..

ARGUMENT.

How a Ship, having first sailed to the Equator, was driven by Storms, to the cold Country towards the South Pole ; how the Ancient Mariner cruelly, and in contempt of the laws of hospitality, killed a Sea-bird ; and how he was followed by mary and strange Judgements; and in what manner he came back to his own Country.