Richard Henry Dana, Sr.

“ To shed a softneess through my ripening powers,
And lead the thoughtful mind to deepest truth.
II.
And now, when weariness and pain
Had cast you almost from my breast,
With each a smiling face,
In all your simple grace,
You come once more ot take me back again
From pain to ease, from weariness to rest.
III.
Kind visitants, through my sick room
You seem to breathe an air of health,
And with your looks of joy
To wake again the boy,
And to the pallid cheek restore its bloom,
And o'er the desert mind pour bounteous wealth. ”