Boating soon after, on a stormy night,
One of these youths was buried in the waves—
A second was cut off upon the battle-field—
The third fell ill, and in four fleeting weeks
His bier was dressed with Death’s pale plumes;—
So died the Three—thus early fated!
And while the tears rolled down his cheeks,
The Old Man sculptured on their tombs
The story I have here narrated.
M.