To meet beyond the grave thy child forgiven.
I too with Roderick there may interchange
Forgiveness. But the grief which wastes away
This mortal frame, hastening the happy hour
Of my enlargement, is but a light part
Of what my soul endures!... that grief hath lost
Its sting: ... I have a keener sorrow here, ...
One which, ... but God forefend that dire event, ...
May pass with me the portals of the grave,
And with a thought, like sin which cannot die,