Hark, hark!—it is my mother’s voice I hear—
Sadder than once it seem’d—yet soft and clear;—
Doth she not seem to pray?
My name!—I caught the sound!
Oh! blessed tone of love—the deep, the mild!
Mother! my mother! now receive thy child:
Take back the lost and found!
A THOUGHT OF PARADISE.
“We receive but what we give,
And in our life alone does nature live;