His hollow cheek, and feels they soon must part—
But they shall meet again—that hope is sure;
And oh! she venerates his mind and heart,
For he is pure, if mortal ere was pure!
His words, his silence, teach her to endure.
And then he helps to feed her orphans five!
O God! thy judgments cruel seem to be!
While bad men linger long, and cursing thrive.
The good, like wintry sunbeams, fade and flee—
That we may follow them, and come to thee."