For thee a brother’s heart must languish.
“That eye of brightness glows no more,
That beaming glance in night is clouded;”
On Maracaibo’s distant shore,
“In death’s dark cell untimely shrouded.”
Alas! for him no kindred near
In hopes to minister relief;
He sees no tear of pity shed,
He sees no parents’ anxious grief.
And as still evening came on,