From The Bibliophile Library of Literature, Art, & Rare Manuscripts, Volume I, compiled and arranged by Nathan Haskell Dole, Forrest Morgan, and Caroline Ticknor; The International Bibliophile Society, New York-London; 1904; p. 64.
FROM out the South the genial breezes sigh,
They shake the bramble branches to and fro
Whose lovely green delights the gazer’s eye:
A mother’s thoughts are troubled even so.
From out the South the genial breezes move,
They shake the branches of the bramble tree:
Unless the sons fair men and honest prove,
The virtous mother will dishonored be.
The frigid fount with violence and spray
By Shiyoun’s town upcasts its watery store:
Though full seven sons she gave to life and day,
The mother’s heart is but disturbed the more.
When sings the redbreast, it is bliss to hear
The dulcet notes the little songster breeds;
But ah! more blissful to a mother’s ear
The fair report of seven good children’s deeds.