SEQUEL.
Ages Later.
I.
hile mortals slept and stars lit up its bed,
Ere Phoebus smiled the infant's soul had fled.
Kissed by the god of day, a blue-eyed boy
Sprang from his couch, with eager love and joy.
White twinkling feet then ran across the floor
To Natalie, as many a morn before.
Death's mystery to him was yet untaught;
The lifeless babe no dread to his mind brought;
To mother's arms he bore the drooping form—
"Poor baby cold! make pretty sister warm."
The lustrums sped. A girl of lightsome heart
Was told, "He comes! with him thou must depart."
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