"Sinketh unseen 'fore the blackness of night,—
Her spirit reached forth to the land of light;
"She folded her boy to her aching heart,
And you—you promised to do your part.
"With a calm, sweet smile on her lips she died,
And you drew the child from his mother's side.
"Oh! well for him had he sunk to his rest,
Pillowed in peace on that motionless breast.
"Far better his fate had his young eyes closed,
Mantled in shroud where his mother reposed.
III.
"Oh stony heart! hard as his frozen bed;
Cold as the snow-drifts which sweep o'er his head.
"Your baby secure, in infancy blessed;
Warm-cradled as bird in the parent nest.
"Your elder boys safe as lambs in the fold;
That mother's loved one left out in the cold.
"Chilled by the coldest of winter's cold days;
Fevered by heat of the sun's hottest rays.