Being His Mother - When He Goes Away I Would Not Hold Him Overlong, And So Sometimes My Yielding Sight Of Him Grows O So Quick Of Tears, I Joy He Did Not Stay To Catch The Faintest Rumor Of Them! Nay, Leave Always His Eyes Clear And Glad, Although Mine Own, Dear Lord, Do Fill To Overflow; Let His Remembered Features, As I Pray, Smile Ever On Me! Ah! What Stress Of Love Thou Givest Me To Guard With Thee Thiswise: Its Fullest Speech Ever To Be Denied Mine Own - Being His Mother! All Thereof Thou Knowest Only, Looking From The Skies As When Not Christ Alone Was Crucified.