Does memory hear the low deep prayer
Her trembling lips could scarcely breathe,
That God might shield him everywhere?
’Tis answered, yes, that prayer of love,
Scarce heard on earth, has reached above!
Though fixed his doom, though Death e’en now
Stands prompt—he may not strike the blow!
Twice did the trembling compass[2] give
A respite,—wonder bade him live;
But other succour now must save