Her hearthstone and her grave.
“Thou’lt never wait again, father,
Thy daughter’s coming tread;
She ne’er will see thy face on earth—
So count her with thy dead;
But in the land of life and love,
Not sorrowing as now,
She’ll come to thee, and come, perchance,
With jewels on her brow.
“Perchance;—I do not know, father,