To see your best beloved, and say a last farewell."
While these sad words gave warning, fair Isabel stood by.
He turned to look upon her, with death mist in his eye.
"You have done well, my treasure, my death to look upon;
I 'll pray the Virgin Mary to heal the wrong I've done."
While thus he spoke in anguish, there came his mother dear,
"My darling son, what ails you, why is your soul in fear?"
"Oh, mother, I am dying; I have not long to last;
Three hours to live they gave me, and one's already past."
"Son of my womb, consider, with death's hand on you laid,