That settles at my heart—the tearful eye—
The trembling hand—the thrill of agony—
All warn me to forsake the mournful theme.
We heard that ere he breathed his parting sigh,
He said his parents soon would follow him,
But that his “dear young wife”—and here his eyes grew dim,
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And faintness seized upon him. ’Twas a thought
So full of deep, heart rending agony,
It quickly overcame him; and he sought