To me it ever seems a mournful knell;
And, when I hear it, tides of sorrow swell
My heart, and busy mem’ry brings to me
Full many a by-gone hour, whose potent spell
Returns with all its weight of agony.
O, parting scenes! too vividly ye come to me!
XXVII.
He left us. ’Twas a blessing soon to hear
That he had comforted his aching heart
By the sweet power of love. O, what can cheer