Who but a mother’s love hath known—
The one love changing not?
Alas! and haply learn’d its worth
First with the sound of “Earth to earth!”
But thou, high-hearted daughter! thou,
O’er whose bright honour’d head
Blessings and tears of holiest flow
E’en here were fondly shed—
Thou from the passion of thy grief,
In its full burst, couldst draw relief.