Her lifted hands a screen became, to hide
Once more her sad and saturated cheek:
In tones subdued, unnerv’d, she tries to speak,
(Her words were ’sunder’d with repeated sighs,)
And then a pause; and then again she tries,
Say’ng—“Father, father, oh! ’tis sad to part;
But, father, trust in God, and cheer your heart.”
These were the words, the parting words of those
Whose cottage sanctity was just about to close.
One moment more must bring that last “farewell,”—