Poems (Nealds)/On the Death of ———
ON THE DEATH OF ———.
Yes! yes! I caught her parting breath,
I clos'd her once bright beaming eye;
And, standing by her bed of death,
I learnt a lesson—how to die.
I clos'd her once bright beaming eye;
And, standing by her bed of death,
I learnt a lesson—how to die.
No sigh reliev'd my o'ercharg'd breast,
No kindly tear roll'd down my cheek;
My lips to her cold lips were prest,
I felt the grief which cannot speak.
No kindly tear roll'd down my cheek;
My lips to her cold lips were prest,
I felt the grief which cannot speak.