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When carnage burst, exulting in the strife, The bosom ties that bound his soul to life; Yet one was spar'd! and she, whose filial smile, Can sooth his wanderings, and his tears beguile, E'en then, could temper, with divine relief, The wild delirium of unbounded grief; And whisp'ring peace, conceal, with duteous art, Her own deep sorrows in her inmost heart! And now, tho' time, subduing ev'ry trace, Has mellow'd all, he never can erase; Oft will the wanderer's tears in silence flow, Still sadly faithful to remember'd woe! Then she, who feels a father's pang alone, (Still fondly struggling to suppress her own;) With anxious tenderness is ever nigh, To chase the image that awakes the sigh! Her angel-voice his fainting soul can raise To brighter visions of celestial days! And speak of realms, where virtue's wing shall soar On eagle-plume—to wonder and adore!