All join their efforts, and in patience learn
To want the comforts they aspire to earn;
For the sick mother something they’d obtain,
To soothe her grief and mitigate her pain;
For the sad father something they’d procure
To ease the burden they themselves endure.
Virtues like these at once delight and press
On the fond father with a proud distress;
On all around he looks with care and love,
Grieved to behold, but happy to approve.