Page:Scenes and Hymns of Life.pdf/169



Clasp me a little longer on the brink Of life, while I can feel thy dear caress; And when this heart hath ceas'd to beat, oh! think, And let it mitigate thy woe's excess, That thou hast been to me all tenderness, And friend to more than human friendship just— Oh! by that retrospect of happiness, And by the hope of an immortal trust, God shall assuage thy pangs when I am laid in dust! .

Teresa. The fever's hue hath left thy cheek, belov'd! Thine eyes, that make the day-spring in my heart,