Our Mothers, lovely women pitiful;
Our Sisters, gracious in their life and death;
To us each unforgotten memory saith:
"Learn as we learned in life's sufficient school,
Work as we worked in patience of our rule,
Walk as we walked, much less by sight than faith,
Hope as we hoped, despite our slips and scathe,
Fearful in joy and confident in dule."
I know not if they see us or can see;
But if they see us in our painful day,
How looking back to earth from Paradise
Do tears not gather in those loving eyes?--
Ah, happy eyes! whose tears are wiped away
Whether or not you bear to look on me.
This line is perhaps the nub of the message of this poem, the tears of loving sympathy shed by women in heaven for the problems and hardships of women on earth. 
 Note that this is a  rhetorical question  for which  no answer is given, but the implication is that it is affirmative. It ends with a pause, a  caesura , to give the reader a moment to absorb the significance.
Our Mothers lovely women pitiful