And is there another dear loved one for me?
May a strong cord of union now bind me to thee?
Would you call me your mother? Permit in return,
That I call thee my child, and your history learn.
Pleased with your demeanor, and turn of your mind,
With attractions I seem to see in thee combined;
But few would take interest in one of my age,
Though he might be an artist, a bard or a sage.
Though past man’s alloted threescore and ten years,
Though I’ve passed through afflictions, in sorrow and tears,