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And when my father's glance of love
 Fell kindly on my own,
My heart beat high with joyousness,
 And all my sorrow gone.

My father! 'twas no common love,
 That bound my heart to thee—
My father! thou art ever shrined
 Deep in my memory—
My childhood's idol! oh how oft
 I've called thee back in vain—
How could I bear to think that we
 Should never meet again?

And thou my suffering mother too
 Hast bowed at Death's behest,
And followed to that heaven, where
 The weary are at rest.
Now re-united, both within
 That happy spirit land,
Say, do you with parental love
 Watch o'er your orphaned band?

Guardians of my unconscious years!
 Still be your vigils kept
O'er me, your wayward child, as when
 In infancy I slept.