“My heart is sad for thee, love,
For lone thy way will be;
And oft thy tears will fall, love,
For thy children and for me.
“The music of thy daughter’s voice
Thou’lt miss for many a year;
And the merry shout of thine elder boys
Thou’lt list in vain to hear.
“When we knelt to see our Henry die,
And heard his last, faint moan,