In venomed drops was gleaming.
Sad heart, thy fiery throbs are o’er!
Thy soul has gained the eternal shore!
There mayst thou find the loved of yore,
Who went before thee thither!
Reknit to them by cords, which ne’er
The Parcæ dark again can shear,
Mayst thou enjoy ambrosial cheer
In regions of unclouded weather!