Had paid to error her last sacrifice?
“Can we forget the power that gave us life?
Shall we forget the wisdom of our way?
Then ask me not amid this mortal strife—
This keenest pang of animated clay,
“To mourn him less! To mourn him more were just,
If to his memory ’twere a tribute given
For every earnest, solemn, sacred trust,
Delivered to us ere he rose to Heaven.
“Heaven but the happiness of his calm soul,