Of that young slumberer’s mien.
“Stranger! thou pitiest me,” she said
With lips that faintly smiled,
“As here I watch beside my dead,
My fair and precious child.
“But know, the time-worn heart may be
By pangs in this world riven,
Keener than theirs who yield, like me,
An angel thus to heaven!”
[353] Suggested by a scene beautifully described in the Recollections of the Peninsula.