The latest from my living lips for yours.’—
“Words that will solace him while life endures:
For though his spirit from affliction’s surge
Could ne’er to life, as life had been, emerge,
Yet still that mind whose harmony elate
Rang sweetness, e’en beneath the crush of fate,—
That mind in whose regard all things were placed
In views that softened them, or lights that graced,
That soul’s example could not but dispense
A portion of its own blessed influence;