My grief wore away with the swiftness of time.
True, a loss I sustained in his death; but, all o’er,
I again joined the song and the dance as before.
The scene soon was changed, we could just number years,
When my mother, my dear mother left me in tears;
She died e’re I’d come to the age of eighteen;
How deep was my grief, how afflictive the scene.
To cheer, friends and relatives strove but in vain;
From weeping incessant I scarce could refrain;
The wound seemed too deep for this world e’er to heal;