May in the world which is to come, divide
Our everlasting destinies, in this
Thou wilt not, O my child, abandon me!
And then with deep and interrupted voice,
Nor seeking to restrain his copious tears,
My blessing be upon thy head, he cried,
A father’s blessing! Though all faiths were false,
It should not lose its worth!... She lock’d her hands
Around his neck, and gazing in his face
Through streaming tears, exclaim’d, Oh never more,