See there! O, see the speechless suff’rer lie
Gazing upon the face he loves so well!
See fond affection beaming in his eye,
That eye where love was ever wont to dwell!
See how he vainly strives to say his last farewell!
XXII.
What trembling seizes on the stricken wife!
She fears that they must part—for speechless now
And struck with death he lies;—the tide of life
Is ebbing fast;—the pulses faint and slow,