Fast fled the gloom from that o’erclouded brow,
And peace stole softly o’er her features now;
And a new song was given her to sing,
Though all was gone to which her heart could cling,
And she a stranger was in that far land,
Without a tender mother’s fostering hand,
Far from a father’s ever watchful care,
Far from a sister’s sympathizing tear—
Still could she sing with rapture-beaming eye,
Her pallid features brightening joyfully,