Which eve may ne’er recall.
Youth’s buoyant step, and woman’s tone,
And childhood’s laughing glee,
And song and prayer have all been known,
Hearth of the dead! to thee.
‘Thou hast heard blessings fondly pour’d
Upon the infant head,
As if in every fervent word
The living soul were shed:
Thou hast seen partings,—such as bear