Yet in the pictured face a charm doth lie,
The one thing lost more worth than all the rest,
Which seeing, he fears to say This child was I.
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Tears of love, tears of joy and tears of care,
Comforting tears that fell uncomforted,
Tears o’er the new-born, tears beside the dead,
Tears of hope, pride and pity, trust and prayer,
Tears of contrition; all tears whatsoe’er
Of tenderness or kindness had she shed