Studies easier, and play more sweet,
While all childish sorrows pass’d away.
“And your mother—fragile, like my May—
Leant on this deep love,—nor leant in vain.
For this friend (strong, generous, noble heart!)
Gave the sweet and took the bitter part,
Brought her all the joy, and kept the pain.
“Years pass’d on, and then I saw them first:
It was hard to say which was most fair,
Your mother’s bright and blushing face,