OF THE SON OF J. G. LAMBTON, ESQ., M. P.

Beautiful Boy — thy heavenward thoughts

Are pictured in thine eyes,

Thou hast no taint of mortal birth,

Thy communing is not of earth,

Thy holy musings rise:

Like incense kindled from on high,

Ascending to its native sky.

And such a head might once have graced

The infant Samuel, when

Call'd by the favour of his God,

The youthful priest the Temple trod

Beloved of Heaven and men!

The same devotion on his brow

As brightens in thy forehead now.

Or, thou may'st seem to Fancy's eye

One borne by arms Divine;

One, whom on Earth a Saviour bless'd,

And on whose features left impress'd

The Contact's holy sign:

A light, a halo, and a grace,

So pure th’ expression of that face.

Or, has the Painter's skill alone

Such grace and glory given?

Clothed thee with attributes which seem

Creations of an angel's dream,

To raise the soul to Heaven?

No, as he found thee, he arrayed,

And Genius taught what God had made!