Perhaps thou gay’st me, though unfelt, a kiss;

Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss—

Ah, that maternal smile! it answers—yes!

I heard the bell toll on the burial day,

I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away,

And, turning from my nurs’ry window, drew

A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu!

But was it such? It was. Where thou art gone.

Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.

May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,