To have shown him that sweet babe o'er which he wept
When last he kissed it—yes he did—he wept;
My warrior wept!—as the weak woman's tears
From off this cheek, where now I none can feel,
He kissed away—he wet it with his own;
Oh! yes 'twould—'twould have been sweet to have shown him
How his dear lovely boy had: grown, since he
Beheld it cradled, and to have bid it call him
By the sweet name that I had taught it utter
In softest tones, while he was thunder hearing,