Is quenched ev'n when 'tis brightly shining;
Or as a flower that fades away
While yet its bloom tells nought of pining.
And when her latest sigh was spent,
And fled her spirit to its Giver,
We felt as with it also went
A lapsed part of our heart for ever.
Oh! twice before we knew the blight
Upon the heart that deeply falleth,
When death for ever from the sight,