With light and peace his memory shall pave her lonely way.
I saw her in the moonlit vale, a lovely maiden’s form,
Her spirit in illusions wrapped, her cheek with vigor warm;
Untouched by sorrow’s withering hand, so pale, for hers were dreams
Of other years—that for the night had cast their halo beams.
And may the silken tie so fond, unbroken e’er remain,
Bright angels hover round her way to shield till life shall wane;
Unchanging be the heart’s first love, till in immortal bloom,
In yonder Paradise her home and rest beyond the tomb.