Then save, Church and State ! oh most blest foster-mothers!
And Charity, bearing the burdens of others,
Oh save from destruction the child, soul and spirit,
And give him the kingdom that he should inherit.
Sweet, sighing Rose-Mother, another glad morning
A myriad gay blooms may your breast be adorning.
In the war-ravished country, for woman’s wild weeping
Shall rise the thanksgiving psalm after the reaping.
But till Love reigns triumphant in Home-life again.
The children must perish, like roses in rain.