Though lodged within no vigorous frame, 55 His soul her daily tasks renewed, Blithe as the lark on sun-gilt wings High poised--or as the wren that sings In shady places, to proclaim Her modest gratitude. 60 Not vain is sadly-uttered praise; The words of truth's memorial vow Are sweet as morning fragrance shed From flowers 'mid GOLDAU'S ruins bred; As evening's fondly-lingering rays,[563] 65 On RIGHI'S silent brow. Lamented youth! to thy cold clay Fit obsequies the Stranger paid; And piety shall guard the Stone[564] Which hath not left the spot unknown 70 Where the wild waves resigned their prey-- And _that_ which marks thy bed.[565] And, when thy Mother weeps for Thee, Lost Youth! a solitary Mother; This tribute from a casual Friend 75 A not unwelcome aid may lend, To feed the tender luxury, The rising pang to smother. The persuasion here expressed was not groundless. The first human consolation that the afflicted Mother felt, was derived from this tribute to her son's memory, a fact which the author learned, at his own residence, from her Daughter, who visited Europe some years afterwards.--Goldau is one of the villages desolated by the fall of part of the Mountain Rossberg.--W. W. 1837. References to Young Goddard occur in Mrs. Wordsworth's Journal, as follows:--"Lucerne, Aug. 16.--... In bounded Henry Robinson, ... with two young men he has picked up on the road...." "Aug. 17.--The two young Gentlemen, Mr. R.'s companions, called upon us to walk at 7 o'clock; and very pleasing youths we found them, one an American, the other a Scotsman, by birth, students from Geneva, come out on foot for a month's excursion." "Top of Righi, Sat. 19th.--Our pleasant ingenuous companions gone. We parted immediately after breakfast." "Lausanne, Sept. 20.--Our joy was damped by hearing from Mr. Mulloch, of the melancholy fate of that very interesting youth, Mr. Goddard, with whom we parted on the top of the Righi. He, with Mr. Trotter, descended to pursue their way to Zurich, in which lake he was unfortunately drowned two days afterwards; we towards Lauritz, but all in the hope of meeting again at Altorf.... Mr. G.'s mother is in America.... Seldom have I seen so promising a youth." "Sat. 23rd. Geneva.--Met Mr. Trotter. The loss of poor Goddard was occasioned by a sudden squall, which upset one of the worthless boats, made of thin planks, flat bottomed. Mr. T. being a good swimmer, and on the side nearest the shore, reached land, when looking for his companion, he had disappeared, had been sucked under the boat, and was never seen from the first moment. Great humanity was shown by the people in the neighbourhood on this melancholy occasion. The body was found,