For all the Tears that promise caused to hover
Round him—'twas past—I claimed a husband in my lover.
On her return to her paternal cottage:
"My father' oh, my father!" vain the cry—
I had no father now; no need to say
"Thou art alone!." I felt my misery—
My father, yet return,—return! the day
When sorrow had availed is passed away:
Tears cannot raise the dead, grief cannot call