She still relieved, nor sought my praise,
Contented with her own.
But every day her name I'll bless,
My morning prayer, my evening song;
I'll praise her while my life shall last,
A life that cannot last me long."
SONG.—BY A WOMAN.
Each day, each hour, her name I'll bless,
My morning and my evening song,
And when in death my vows shall cease,