How have we loved—how fervently! how long!
And this to be the close!
Ed. Oh! bear me up
Against the unutterable tenderness
Of earthly love, my God!—in the sick hour
Of dying human hope, forsake me not!
Herbert, my Herbert! even from that sweet home
Where it had been too much of Paradise
To dwell with thee—even thence the oppressor’s hand
Might soon have torn us; or the touch of death