With death so like a gentle slumber on thee:—
And thy dark sin!—O, I could drink the cup,
If from this woe its bitterness had won thee.
May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home,
My lost boy, Absalom!
[350] Yearnˊing, strongly desiring.
[351] Manˊtling, suffusing the face.
XLIII.—A STORM AT SEA.
ARCHBISHOP HUGHES.