Stands firm—the Rock of Ages! cleft for me!
Here, holy Father! on my bended knee—
Alone—beneath the darken’d vault of Heaven—
Once more—once more—I cry in agony,
Though by the dreadful stroke my heart be riven,
O, help me to resign the gift thy love has given!”
XXVII.
The mother rose from off her bended knee,
And clasped her hands upon her heaving breast;
Just then, a strain of softest melody,