GOD gave to me a child in part,

Yet wholly gave the father’s heart:

Child of my soul, O whither now,

Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?

You came, you went, and no man wist;

Hapless, my child, no breast you kist;

On no dear knees, a privileged babbler, clomb,

Nor knew the kindly¹ feel of home.

My voice may reach you, O my dear-A father’s voice perhaps the child may hear;

And, pitying, you may turn your view

On that poor father whom you never knew.

Alas²! alone he sits, who then,

Immortal³ among mortal men,

Sat hand in hand with love, and all day through

With your dear mother wondered over you.

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