Have struck forth tones which then unwaken’d lay;
Now that, around the deep life of my mind,
Affections, deathless as itself, have twined,
Oft does the pale, bright vision still float by;
But more divinely sweet, and speaking now
Of One whose pity, throned on that sad brow,
Sounded all depths of love, grief, death, humanity!
THE CHILDREN WHOM JESUS BLESSED.
Happy were they, the mothers, in whose sight
Ye grew, fair children! hallow’d from that hour