And now the sunbeams have kissed the lovely child and taken her away with them. It seems as if all earthly hopes and all earthly joy had been buried with her. A deep sorrow and an unutterable longing stole into the heart of the Princess, which only a mother can really understand, and which can only end with life. On the 25th of April the following poem was found in the Journal-- LONGING. “I long to feel thy little arm’s embrace, Thy little silver-sounding voice to hear, I long for thy warm kisses on my face, And for thy bird-like carol, blithe and clear. I long for every childish, loving word, And for thy little footsteps, fairy light, That hither, thither moved and ever stirred My heart with them to gladness infinite. And for thy hair I long--that halo blest Hanging in golden glory round thy brow. My child, can aught such longing lull to rest? Nay, heaven’s bliss alone can end it now!” [Illustration] IX. Quiet Life. “In work, in constant and unwearied labour, we must look for comfort in sorrow,” says Carmen Sylva, in her tale, “The Pilgrimage of Sorrow.” This has been truly carried out in her life. Whilst composing those sorrowful poems in which her unutterable longing for her lost child is expressed in such touching words, the Princess could become quite cheerful for a few moments in the recollection of her lost happiness as a mother. But her health had suffered much from all she had gone through. The doctors urged a water cure in Franzensbad. Prince Charles escorted his consort thither in the summer of 1874. In Franzensbad her pen became more than ever her best friend, and her intellectual labours brought her comfort and strength.