And life’s storms but enhance the holy peace within!
“My childhood’s friend I in his age forsook,—
The old man sleeps beneath the grassy sod!
To frown of care is changed the joyous look
With which Montoro once life’s garden trod;
God gave me life,—I have not lived to God!
My threefold duties I neglected see,—
Great God! suspend awhile thy chastening rod!
Oh, come, my husband, life henceforth shall be
Devoted unto piety and thee!”