When sorrow heaved the secret sigh;
Thy bounty fell like evening dew,
Refreshing those who never knew
Whose tender hand their pillow smoothed,
And hours of anguish sweetly soothed,
My Emily.
Ennobled was thy closing strife;
Thou didst not fondly cling to life,
But the pale monarch’s call obeyed
Without surprise and undismayed,