"Farewell to thee, Winifred, dearest and best!
Farewell to thee, wife of a courage so high!—
Come hither, and nestle again in my breast,
Come hither, and kiss me again ere I die!—
And when I am laid bleeding and low in the dust,
And yield my last breath at a tyrant's decree,
Look up—be resign'd—and the God of the just
Will shelter thy fatherless bairnies and thee!"
She wept on his breast, but, ashamed of her tears,
She dash'd off the drops that ran warm down her cheek;