The slender form that soon would breathe no more.
Then hope of holy kind the soul sustain’d,
And not a lingering thought of earth remain’d;
Now heaven had all, and he could smile at Love,
And the wild sallies of his youth reprove;
Then could he dwell upon the tempting days,
The proud aspiring thought, the partial praise;
Victorious now, his worldly views were closed,
And on the bed of death the youth reposed.
The father grieved - but as the poet’s heart