Rears the sad marble to our memory now,
In lone retreat.
“By the remembrance of her loyal life, [25]
And parting prayer, I only know my wife,
Thy child, shall come—
Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest—
Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,
Of bliss the sum. [30]
“When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep, [1]
With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,