“When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,
She deemed I died, and could not know the strife
At first to fill [15]
That waking with a love that steady turns
To God; a hope that ever upward yearns,
Bowed to His will.
“Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,
When angels beckoned me to this bright land, [20]
With thee to meet.
She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,