Concurr’d to keep me from the dying one.
But, in my grief, I was not left alone,
For they were with me who were all to me,
My noble husband, and my darling son!
With them, how could I ever lonely be?
O, to each other we were all in all—we three!
XL.
My parents reach’d at length the distant spot:
Borne to the earth by grief and sad suspense.
O, God! O, God! they found that “HE was not,”