“The lovely wife, maternal care,
The self-denying zeal,
The smile of hope that chased despair,
And promised future weal;
“The clean, bright hearth, nice table spread,
The charm o’er all things thrown,
The sweetness in whate’er she said,—
All gone! I am alone.
“I slept last night, and then I dreamed;
Perchance her spirit woke;