The heart, that, loving loves unto the grave.'
"Time crept—I toiled in spite of failing strength,
And through th' examination passed at length
With honours crowned, when as my health waxed low,
I homeward wished for some few weeks to go.
I fixed the day, but did not let them know,
That unexpected I myself might show.
But on the morn at eve of starting came
A letter, signed with her loved mother's name;
Which told my heart how vainly passion raged—