The father, the mother, the children so dear.
We should there know each other, and all we’ve been through,
While Annie would greet her dear brothers anew
And Harriet and Frances[2] would help swell the song,
Of Heaven’s free grace, with the numerous throng.
My dearest Samuel, through life’s scenes
I’d thought to live with thee,
But providentially a change,
Has taken you from me;