He kiss’d his father too, ten times or more,
And call’d us by each name he’d lov’d before!
Was thus our idol bidding us farewell?
Does this explain the look his features wore?
Was this the reason why our hearts did swell,
And floods of burning tears in briny torrents fell?
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Is this the reason why his father now
Oft views me with a sad portentous gaze,
And why the frequent cloud steals o’er his brow,