Subsided to a sense of quiet bliss,
Life hath no purer, deeper happiness.
“The young companion of our weary way
Found here the end desired of all her ills;
She who in sickness pining many a day
Hunger’d and thirsted for her native hills.
Forgetful now of suffering past and pain,
Rejoiced to see her own dear home again.
“Recovered now the homesick mountaineer
Sate by the playmate of her infancy,