Wilt clasp thine infant to thy raptured breast,
And know on earth the feelings of the blest.
How kindly has the Author of our frame
Lit in our souls affection’s holy flame;
Bound heart to heart by kindred’s golden ties,
Fond links of love, delightful sympathies,
Whence deeper, richer, purer pleasures flow
Than all but those celestial joys bestow.
Of all deep chords within the human breast
One sounds with harmonies beyond the rest,