Lines on an Instance of Filial Attention

When deep Affliction casts its mournful shade,Sweet to the soul is filial Duty's aid;O'er midnight Grief, its soft and soothing ray,Yields the fair promise of a future day.—Oh bright Religion! 'tis thy heav'nly pow'r,Which arms the noble mind in Sorrow's hour;Though firm, not savage—'tis thy glorious partTo soften, yet sustain, the virtuous heart!Whilst Heav'n will bless, and Earth commends the tear,Which flows respectful o'er a Father's bier.