And I had knelt to soothe him with a prayer; 230
When, with a look of that peculiar kind
That gives its purpose to the fellow mind,
His manner spoke—‘Confide—be not afraid—
I shall remember’—this was all convey’d—
‘I know not what awaits departed man;
But this believe—I meet thee if I can.’
“I wish’d to die—and grief, they say, will kill;
But you perceive ’tis slowly, if it will.