My pulse is low, my frame is weak, And bitter grief hath dimmed my cheek, Without one friend to hear my wo Or speak one word to soothe my painI'll stop these burning tears that flow, And seek the busy world again." THE FORSAKEN. IT hath been said-for all who die There is a tear; Some pining, bleeding heart to sigh O'er every bier :— But in that hour of pain and dread, Who will draw near Around my humble couch and shed One farewell tear? Who watch life's last dim parting ray In deep despair, And soothe my spirit on its way With holy prayer? |