Nor all the waves of sorrow quench,
Within thy soul, the deathless ray.
Life’s dearest tie may prove a chain,
And gall thy heart through weary years;
Thy hopes maternal may prove vain,
And sink beneath a flood of tears;
And haggard cares may round thee crowd—
Yet this rich gift shall light thy gloom,
And throw a rainbow on the cloud
That darkens o’er thy dear one’s tomb.”