“High from the summit of a craggy cliff
Hung o’er the deep,
The royal eagle draws his vigorous young
Strong-pounced, and ardent with paternal fire;
Now fit to raise a kingdom of their own
He drives them from his fort, the tow’ring seat
For ages, of his empire: which in peace
Unstained he holds, while many a league to sea,
He wings his course and preys in distant isles.”
Such is the nature of affection in general; but in a daughter it is so
powerful, that it never quits her.