And from thy light turn’d wilfully away,
Making a midnight of her agony,
When the despairing passion of her clasp
Was from its idol stricken at one touch
Of thine Almighty hand—oh, pardon me!
By thy Son’s anguish, pardon! In the soul
The tempests and the waves will know thy voice—
Father! say, “Peace, be still!”
(Giving the child to her husband.)
Farewell, my babe!