The parting which you feared—“Or, if she live,
Comfort, oh, Father! to the stricken give.
“Take from her wandering mind
The heavy load which it so long hath borne,
Which even unto death her frame hath worn.
Let her in mercy find
That though the Earth she may no longer see,
Her spirit still can look to Heaven and Thee.”
A low sob from me stole.
A moment more—your arms about me wound—