the widow of nain.
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Yet in that sorrow's dismal hour she felt not quite bereft,
The solace of her widowed heart, her orphan child, was left;
And be had cheered her lonely life, had been her bosom's pride,
And fondly she beheld the boy up into manhood glide.
The solace of her widowed heart, her orphan child, was left;
And be had cheered her lonely life, had been her bosom's pride,
And fondly she beheld the boy up into manhood glide.
She joyous hailed her coming years, with their bliss-laden hours—
Alas! how short is human sight? how soon the woe-cloud lowers?
The darling of her heart is not, her eye's delight lies low,
His raven locks no longer dance upon his manly brow.
Alas! how short is human sight? how soon the woe-cloud lowers?
The darling of her heart is not, her eye's delight lies low,
His raven locks no longer dance upon his manly brow.
Ah,no! All now is motionless—the jetty curls at rest—
His young cheek paler than the shroud which wraps his pulseless breast;
Up to his mother's face no more his clear dark eye is raised;
She sees it 'neath the half-closed lid, but ah! 'tis dim and glazed.
His young cheek paler than the shroud which wraps his pulseless breast;
Up to his mother's face no more his clear dark eye is raised;
She sees it 'neath the half-closed lid, but ah! 'tis dim and glazed.
One kiss upon his marble brow, and cheek bereft of bloom,
And 'tis the last, for they await to bear him to the tomb;
Alas! how vain were human words a solace to impart!
None try to soothe the agony which rends her bleeding heart.
And 'tis the last, for they await to bear him to the tomb;
Alas! how vain were human words a solace to impart!
None try to soothe the agony which rends her bleeding heart.
