From the world o’er the grave, take thy solemn light,
And oh! with the loved whom no more I see,
Show me my home, as it yet may be!
As it yet may be in some purer sphere,
No cloud, no parting, no sleepless fear;
So my soul may bear on through the long, long day
Till I go where the beautiful melts not away!
WOMAN ON THE FIELD OF BATTLE.
“Where hath not woman stood
Strong in affection’s might? a reed, upborne