And watching by my side its last red glow,
That ever stills the heart, once more she sung
Her own soft “Ora, Mater!” and the sound
Was e’en like love’s farewell—so mournfully profound.
LV.
The boy had dropp’d to slumber at our feet;
“And I have lull’d him to his smiling rest
Once more!” she said. I raised him—it was sweet,
Yet sad, to see the perfect calm, which bless’d
His look that hour: for now her voice grew weak,