And slowly turns away his head,
And wipes the tear that moment shed,
And leaves the room with silent tread,
For hope’s last glimm’ring ray has fled!
“My husband! something must be done—
Resign not hope till life is gone—”
So plead the mother—but he took
Her hand, and gave her one sad look—
He knew that all was o’er;
And as he feels the boy’s faint pulse,