I’ve felt it all—as thou art feeling now;
Like thee, with stricken heart and aching brow,
I’ve sat and watched by dying beauty’s bed,
And burning tears of hopeless anguish shed;
I’ve gazed upon the sweet, but pallid face,
And vainly tried some comfort there to trace;
I’ve listened to the short and struggling breath;
I’ve seen the cherub eye grow dim in death;
Like thee, I’ve veiled my head in speechless gloom,
And laid my first-born in the silent tomb!"