The noblest boy that ever lived, and you my earthly stay.”
Fair mourner! in a few short hours thy hopes must all depart;
’Tis pity that all hope must die within that trusting heart.
Trust on—trust on—a little while, nor yield thee to despair;
The blow that soon shall fall on thee, God give thee strength to bear!
Ah, little know the thoughtless world, what woman can endure
For those she loves, when she believes their happiness secure;
In utter self-forgetfulness, while all her heartstrings bleed,
O, she can yield them up to Heaven, and joy that they are freed!
’Tis even so—she proved it well, that mother and that wife,