XV.
What was it, then, that spread a peaceful glow.
Upon that lonely mourner’s countenance—
She, who had loved her child and husband so,
And lived but in their smiles? A cheerful glance
She gave to each intruder, who, by chance,
Stray’d into that lone room. She’d call them near,
And tell them of a bright inheritance,
And that she knew her darling ones were there;
’Twas this had sov’reign power the mourner’s heart to cheer.