Till we are forced by stern necessity,
Till Death steals in, and ends the tragedy!
And, even then, Hope leaves us not alone.
The hopes of earth are false—hopes heavenly
Stand by us when all other joys have flown,
And in the suff’ring heart erect their lasting throne.
V.
The mother knew not that her boy would die;
And yet the semblance of a chilling fear
Was creeping round her heart—and in her eye