I wept! and thought how sad for one so young
To bid farewell to so much happiness.
But Christ hath call’d me from this lower world,
Delightful though it be.” Wilson.
Apartment in an English country-house.—Lilian reclining, as sleeping on a couch. Her mother watching beside her. Her sister enters with flowers.
Mother. Hush! lightly tread! Still tranquilly she sleeps,
As when a babe I rock’d her on my heart.
I’ve watch’d, suspending e’en my breath, in fear
To break the heavenly spell. Move silently!
And oh! those flowers! Dear Jessy! bear them hence—