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!"