And they again seem’d parents. Oh! the joy,
The rich deep blessedness—though earth’s alloy,
Fear, that still bodes, be there—of pouring forth
The heart’s whole power of love, its wealth and worth
Of strong affection, in one healthful flow,
On something all its own! that kindly glow,
Which to shut inward is consuming pain,
Gives the glad soul its flowering time again,
When, like the sunshine, freed. And gentle cares
Th’ adopted Edith meekly gave for theirs