“And the holy prayer from my thoughts hath pass’d—
The prayer at my mother’s knee;
Darken’d and troubled I come at last,
Home of my boyish glee!
“But I bear from my childhood a gift of tears,
To soften and atone;
And oh! ye scenes of those bless’d years,
They shall make me again your own.”
THE VAUDOIS WIFE.[372]
“Clasp me a little longer, on the brink