For to the grave relentless death had hurl’d,
One after one, all he was born to know.
In the same season, thou wilt see sufficed
Thy loss to open forth the wounds I bear,
I lost a mother kind, and idolized,
My joy, and comforter in every care;
On her steps my reaved father to the grave
Soon follow’d, and both sank o’erwhelm’d in tears,
Calling my name afar; the cries they gave
Fell on my heart, but not upon my ears.