LXVI.
But ye in solemn joy, O faithful pair!
Stood gazing on your parted sister’s dust;
I saw your features by the torch’s glare,
And they were brightening with a heavenward trust!
I saw the doubt, the anguish, the dismay,
Melt from my Alvar’s glorious mien away;
And peace was there—the calmness of the just!
And, bending down the slumb’rer’s brow to kiss,
“Thy rest is won,” he said, “sweet sister! Praise for this!”