In a balmier land than lies ’neath her own blue skies,
For never a storm will vex her in the vast
And sheltered valleys of God’s own Paradise.
To die of a broken heart,—that were too absurd!
’Twas a low and stubborn fever of which she died;
Against the holy faith she never spoke a word;
And her husband and his new wife watched faithfully by her side.
Though they said that at last she drew her hands away
Even from him, and clasped them so wan and thin;