Virtue—with the first dawn of infant mind,
Falling from lips that made it holier seem;
Goodness—when deeds with precept were combined,
To show the world—“religion is no dream;”
Tears—when my heart was all too sad to weep them,
Cares—when affliction press’d me bitterly,
Watching—when none but love like thine could keep them,
Rebukes—yet with a blessing in thine eye;
An eye that watch’d me and would never sleep,
A well-timed word to keep me in the way,