Go to the better land!”
The song had ceased, the list’ners caught no breath:
That lovely sleep had melted into death.
[347] Founded on incidents related in an American work, “Sketches of Connecticut.”
THE INDIAN CITY.[348]
“What deep wounds ever closed without a sear?
The heart’s bleed longest, and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it.” Childe Harold.
[348] From a tale in Forbes’s Oriental Memoirs.