And yet thy prayer was heard,—the cold waves wrapt
Those forms "together," and the woe was "brief."
Thus closed thy day in darkness and in tears;
Thus waned a life, alas! too full of pain;
But O thou noble woman! thy brief life,
Though full of sorrows, was not lived in vain.
No more a pilgrim o'er a weary waste,
With light ineffable thy mind is crowned;
Heaven's richest lore is thine own heritage;
All height is gained, thy "kingdom" now is found.