Soon, soon they’ll bear him far away.”—
“No, sister, no,—he is not there,
I parted with him yesterday.
“Our father is in Heaven now,
Forever free from care and pain;
And, if a half-formed wish could bring
His sainted spirit back again,
“The selfish wish I would not breathe;
’Twould cloud with woe that placid brow,
Round which a seraph seems to wreathe