Of the dim hour are gathering o’er my sight;
And yet I fear not, for the God of Help
Comes in that quiet darkness! It may soothe
Thy woes, my mother! if I tell thee now
With what glad calmness I behold the veil
Falling between me and the world, wherein
My heart so ill hath rested.
Elm. Thine!
Xim. Rejoice
For her that, when the garland of her life