Jonathan E. Hoag

“ Why fall those tears, those silent, crystal tears?
Why seek you solitude when eve is nigh,
And gazing on the eternal, distant stars,
For treasures which you vainly weep and sigh?
Why flow those tears, those grave, lamenting tears?
O child, my blessed child, do you not see,
When dusk of night prevailed and this frail bark
Dashed on the shore, I clung alone to thee?
A mother's loving heart is rent in twain;
I mourn for mine while yet apart I stay;
You know not half my poignant anguish, child,
Nor can you wipe those falling tears away.
You have not felt a mother's passionate love ”