She, who has gone, can only know
The cruel sorrow that was her fate,
And the words that were a mortal woe.
Earth to earth, and a vain despair;
For the gentle spirit has flown away,
And you can never her wrongs repair,
Till ye meet again at the Judgment Day.
VOICE OF THE WESTERN WIND.
Voice of the western wind!
Thou singest from afar,