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And then, with impulse new, thy soul will rise
To the firm purpose that in thee thy child
Shall find a model true, a wisdom pure;
Shall see a life well lived, and with thee walk
As one that breathes in virtue's bracing air;
As one divinely led, a child of heaven!

  Father and Mother! holiest names of earth!
Lo! now, blest Home, thy circle made complete!
Thy pleasures full! Now, in each throbbing breast,
All sweetest chords, unstruck before, are touched;
Vibrations exquisite, that slept, awake,
And the whole compass of the soul pours forth
Harmonious pæans; as some organ full—
Drawn every stop—its perfect volume swells,
And with its faultless chorus charms the ear.
Yet o'er the world, to each fond parent's eye,
A nameless change has passed. A graver hue
Now tinges earth and sky, that laughed before
In flashing light and beauty ever gay.
Not less the light and beauty, nor the bliss