My boy--my boy!
"Long weary months have pass'd since that sad day,
But naught beguiles my bosom of its sorrow;
Since the cold waters took thee for their prey,
No smiling hope looks forward to the morrow--
My boy--my boy!
"The voice of mirth is silenced in my heart,
Thou wert so dearly loved--so fondly cherish'd;
I cannot yet believe that we must part,--
That all, save thine immortal soul, has perish'd--