They’ll want to gaze on the vision fair,
Till they are dimm’d by a gathering tear;
Then will they gently turn away,
With a look that speaks what the tongue would say.
She has been lately at the side
Of one, who in life’s morning died;[16]
I had not seen him since a slow
And dire disease had laid him low;
But sure I am his beaming eye
Oft thank’d her thus, when none were nigh.