SONG. (I SAW what seem'd a harmless child)

I SAW what seem'd a harmless child, With wings and bow, And aspect mild, Who sobb'd, and sigh'd, and pin'd, And begg'd I would some boon bestow On a poor little boy stone blind.

Not aware of the danger, I instant comply'd, When he drew from his quiver a dart, Cry'd ' My power you shall know;' Then he levell'd his bow, And wounded me right in the heart.