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Back unto him that gave it!—And thy cheek Yet smiles in its bright paleness!

Hadst thou seen The look with which she pass'd!

Why, 'tis almost Like joy to view thy beautiful repose! The faded image of that perfect calm Floats, e'en as long-forgotten music, back Into my weary heart!—No dark wild spot On thy clear brow doth tell of bloody hands That quench'd young life by violence!—We have seen Too much of horror, in one crowded hour, To weep for aught, so gently gather'd hence! —Oh! man leaves other traces!

It returns On my bewilder'd soul!—Went ye not forth Unto the rescue?—And thou 'rt here alone! —Where are my sons?

We were too late!