Like pure religion’s seal and sign.
We knew, alas! that we must part,
We knew we must be severed long,
Yet joy was in each throbbing heart,
For love was deep, and faith was strong.
A thousand memories of the past
Were busy in each glowing breast,
And hope upon the future cast
Her rainbow hues—and we were blest.
I craved a boon—oh! in that boon