O that those lips had language life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last
Those lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see
The same that oft in childhood solaced me

Voice only fails else how distinct they say
Grieve not my child chase all thy fears away
The meek intelligence of those dear eyes
Blest be the art that can immortalise

My mother when I learn'd that thou was't dead
Say was't thou conscious of the tears I shed
Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son
Wretch even then lifes journey just begun

Perhaps thou gav'st me though unseen a kiss
Perhaps a tear if souls can weep in bliss
Ah that maternal smile it answers yes
I heard the bell toil'd on thy burial day

I saw the herse that bore thee slow away
And turning from my nurs'ry window drew
A long, long sigh and wept a last adieu.
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But was it such where thou art gone
Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown
May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore
The parting sound shall pass my lips no more