She will be left in this dark world—alone,
Whilst thou to heavenly glory shalt ascend,
Where dwelleth now thine own—thy sainted son;
But He who calls himself the widow’s friend
Will heal her broken heart, and all her steps attend.
XXI.
Hark! heard ye not that voice of mournful sound?
Whence came that sudden, deep, heart breaking sigh?
See! where the childless mourner may be found
Waiting to see her best beloved die!