Renders the parent doubly dear.
"I cannot bear to think how deep
The hatred was I bore him then;
But he has slept his last long sleep,
And I have trod the haunts of men;
Have felt the tide of passion sweep
Through manhood's fiery heart, and when
By strong temptation toss'd and tried,
I thought how that lost father died;
Unwept, unpitied, in his sin;