XXIV.
They say that woman bringeth happiness
To him she loves. I do believe it true;
I know, my own! that I could ever bless
Thy heart, when to my fond embrace it flew.
Yes—yes—it gives me comfort to review
The few short years we’ve spent together here;
Each hour was fraught with gladness ever new;
’Tis sweet, my love! beside thine early bier,
To think thy noble heart ’twas ever mine to cheer.