The tears that mourners seek to hide, in vain—
The bursting sobs they cannot quite restrain—
These wring the heart. Now, when we truly know
That friends were near, a sympathizing train,
Who sooth’d our dying one, when faint and low,
O, surely in our hearts sweet gratitude must glow!
XLIII.
God’s providence had led his footsteps, where
He found the kindest friends. A stranger he,
Yet taken to their bosoms! Far and near,