To ease the heart, and float the eyes;
As when in pain attentions prove
A mother’s care, a sister’s love.
To Woman, Life its value owes!
Robb’d of her love, its dawn and close
Would find nor aid, nor soothing care;
Its middle course no joys would share.
Childhood in vain would thirst and cry,
And Age, unheeded, moan and die;
And Manhood frown to see the hours