O, God be praised! no grief will e’er be known.
No tear, my love! will tremble in thine eye,
As I have seen it, when with falt’ring tone,
And quiv’ring lip, and deep convulsive sigh,
Thou’st told, with long embrace, thy boy and me, ‘Good bye.’”
XXXII.
Then paus’d the wife. But ever and anon
She raised her eyes, and moved her lips in prayer,
Or laid her head beside the dying one,
And whispered, “Jesus,” in her husband’s ear.