Alone in his last distress.
“For the patient wife, who through each day’s life,
Watched and wept for his soul,
Is taken away, and no more shall pray,
For the judgment thunders roll.
“And that thoughtless fair who breathed no prayer,
Oft as her husband knelt,
Shall find he is fled, and start from her bed
To feel as never she felt.
“The children of day are summoned away;