Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be:
Still will I remember thee."
By the light of the moon, he saw a tear steal from under the long lashes, and course slowly down her cheek. He continued his song:—
"Mine is an eternal love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
True and faithful—strong as death.
"Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of faith is done;