Would gather now and then a pearly tear,
And, for a little moment, tremble there!
Then would she brush it hastily away,
And hush the sigh, lest he should see or hear,
Who, spent with watching, on the sofa lay,
To rest his aching head until the dawn of day.
VI.
He was the father of her darling boy,
Who long had watch’d through many a weary night;
And pleas’d she was to see him now enjoy