3.

When fortune changed-and love fled far,

And hatred's shafts flew thick and fast,

Thou wert the solitary star

Which rose and set not to the last.

4.

Oh! blest be thine unbroken light!

That watched me as a seraph's eye,

And stood between me and the night,

For ever shining sweetly nigh.

5.

And when the cloud upon us came,

Which strove to blacken o'er thy ray

Then purer spread its gentle flame,

And dashed the darkness all away.

6.

Still may thy spirit dwell on mine,

And teach it what to brave or brook

There's more in one soft word of thine,

Than in the world's defied rebuke.

7.

Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree,

That still unbroke, though gently bent,

Still waves with fond fidelity

Its boughs above a monument.

8.

The winds might rend-the skies might pour,

But there thou wert-and still wouldst be

Devoted in the stormiest hour

To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me.

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9.

But thou and thine shall know no blight,

Whatever fate on me may fall;

For heaven in sunshine will requite

The kind-and thee the most of all.

10.

Then let the ties of baffled love

Be broken-thine will never break;

Thy heart can feel-but will not move;

Thy soul, though soft, will never shake.

11.

And these, when all was lost beside,

Were found and still are fixed in thee

And bearing still a breast so tried,

Earth is no desart-ev'n to me.

1.

BRIGHT be the place of thy soul!

No lovelier spirit than thine

E'er burst from its mortal control,

In the orbs of the blessed to shine.

On earth thou wert all but divine,

As thy soul shall immortally be;

And our sorrow may cease to repine,

When we know that thy God is with thee.

2.

Light be the turf of thy tomb!

May its verdure like emeralds be:

There should not be the shadow of gloom, In aught that reminds us of thee.

Young flowers and an evergreen tree

May spring from the spot of thy rest: But not cypress nor yew let us see;

For why should we mourn for the blest?