May wave, so clasp’d, but never can unlink!

Send from your calm profound

A still, small voice—a sound

Of hope, forbidding that lone heart to sink!

By all the pure, meek mind

In your pale beauty shrined,

By childhood’s love—too bright a bloom to die

O’er her worn spirit shed,

O fairest, holiest dead!

The faith, trust, joy, of immortality!