The heart’s deep feelings to my sounding lyre!
’Tis vain—’tis vain—such feelings must retire
From mortal view! Again I draw the veil
Over these parents’ hearts. It would require
A more than mortal tongue to tell the tale
Of all their high wrought feelings—mortal speech would fail.
XLII.
’Tis sad when those we love cannot be near
Our dying bed; and yet it saves much pain.
The last farewell that falls upon the ear—