’Twas yesternight, when white-browed girls,
With star-like eyes and golden curls,
Came sadly in the twilight deep
And bent above thy grave to weep;
That I, too, came, with wild unrest,
With yearnings for the grave’s sweet rest;
But peace and hope, and trust in Heaven,
Were to my sorrowing spirit given.
Not dead! in what a blessed trance
My spirit heard, through Heaven’s expanse,