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ON ACCIDENTALLY SEEING A FATHER TAKE LEAVE OF AN ONLY SON.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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ON ACCIDENTALLY SEEING A FATHER TAKE LEAVE OF AN ONLY SON.

TO MR. WHATELEY

O thou of few but smiling years,
Who fill'st a parent's eyes with tears;
Tears of sweet hope and tender joy,
And trembling love for thee his Boy!
O it is fitting thou shouldst know
For thee alone those heart-drops flow;

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And as they bathe a Father's eyes,
'Tis Heav'n itself the stream supplies.
Think then, ah think that Fathers feel
More than the fondest tears reveal;
Think that Affection bids them start,
And that their Fountain is the Heart;
Think that they fall, lest thou shouldst stray
From filial Virtue's path away:
Who greatly love must greatly fear,
And both united form the Tear;
It agitates, yet gives relief,
At once the cause and cure of grief.
A parting treasure thou, dear youth,
Of thy poor Mother's love and truth;
Who perish'd as she gave thee breath,—
A legacy, alas! in death;
One precious gem brought safe to shore,
When life's rude storms would spare no more;
And, should that precious gem be tost
By those rude storms till it be lost,
Think how complete a wreck were there,
And think how vast thy Sire's despair!
Ah then how deep the source of tears,
How justified a father's fears!
Yet all those fears shall groundless prove
In a dear Son's observant love.
Thy blooming health, ingenuous child,
Thy pleasures pure, affections mild;
Sense which derives from mirth a charm,
And truth conducting fancy warm,

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Shall give to that now trembling Sire
All that a Parent can desire!
And all these duties thou shalt twine
Around thy Angel Mother's shrine;
And make her, in her seraph state,
Enraptur'd view her Husband's fate
As oft from Heav'n she sees her Boy
Deserving all a Father's joy!
And if that joy, too great to bear,
Should still demand a tender tear,
O meet it with a holy kiss,
For 't is the sweet excess of bliss.
 

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