Classic Poem

ON THE Recovery OF AN A NGEL -M OTHER .

A GAIN , as for the pious King,
The hours return upon their wing;
Again the sun throws back its ray,
And bids the past resume its day;
The dial of the number'd years
With life's inverted course appears.
On all that breathe, at every hour,
Divine compassion softens power;
But never yet from such a heart
Averted Fate's approaching dart,
As when it heard the filial strain,
And smil'd, and gave us thee again.