G LOWING thoughts, which cannot speak ,
Prove — that eloquence is weak;
To the heart is their appeal —
They are mute, — because they feel.
Ye that knew the Mother's worth,
Blest, and blessing, upon earth,
Join with yours the filial tear ,
Shed upon that Parent here!
Tell us if the Son's regret
Ever shall its pride forget;
Or the Daughter 's tear, can part
From its current in the heart.
Who can such a theme detail?
Who can tell the filial tale?
Not in words to be express'd,
Or in fancy to be guess'd,
It 's for Love, on earth , to feel ,
But for Angels to reveal.
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