“Compassion on her soul for thy dear sake, “And, nought remembering but her love to thee, “Make her all thine, all His, eternally! “Go to those happy fields where first we twin’d “Our youthful hearts together—every wind “That meets thee there, fresh from the well-known flowers, “Will bring the sweetness of those innocent hours “Back to thy soul, and mayst thou feel again “For thy poor ZELICA as thou didst then. “So shall thy orisons, like dew that flies “To Heaven upon the morning’s sunshine, rise “With all love’s earliest ardour to the skies! “And should they—but, alas, my senses fail— “Oh for one minute!—should thy prayers prevail— “If pardon’d souls may, from that World of Bliss, “Reveal their joy to those they love in this— “I’ll come to thee—in some sweet dream—and tell— “Oh Heaven—I die—dear love! farewell, farewell.” Time fleeted—years on years had pass’d away, And few of those who, on that mournful day, Had stood, with pity in their eyes, to see The maiden’s death and the youth’s agony, Were living still—when, by a rustic grave, Beside the swift Amoo’s transparent wave, An aged man, who had grown aged there By that lone grave, morning and night in prayer, For the last time knelt down—and, though the shade Of death hung darkening over him, there play’d A gleam of rapture on his eye and cheek, That brighten’d even Death—like the last streak Of intense glory on the’ horizon’s brim, When night o’er all the rest hangs chill and dim. His soul had seen a Vision, while he slept; She, for whose spirit he had pray’d and wept So many years, had come to him, all drest In angel smiles, and told him she was blest! For this the old man breath’d his thanks and died.— And there, upon the banks of that lov’d tide, He and his ZELICA sleep side by side. ------------------------------------------------------------------------