“And who can paint our mutual joy,
When, all our wanderings o’er,
We both shall clasp our infants three
At home, on Burmah’s shore!
“But higher shall our raptures glow,
On yon celestial plain,
When the loved and parted here below
Meet, ne’er to part again.
“Then gird thine armor on, love,
Nor faint thou by the way.