Of anxious grief, of weary pain,
And oft, with its beguiling power,
Taught languid Hope to smile again.
Long shall that fervent blessing rest
On thee and thine; and, heavenwards borne,
Call down such peace to soothe thy breast,
As thou wouldst bear to all that mourn.
TO THE SAME;
ON THE DEATH OF HER MOTHER.
Say not ’tis fruitless, nature’s holy tear,