They've borne him from his ghastly tomb
Up to the blessed light of day;
And from his cheek the transient bloom
Of life, hath scarcely past away.
Upon the stripling's tranquil cheek,
The bloom of life doth glow,
Like twilight's rich and rosy streak
Upon the Winter snow.

There came an aged dame; and put away
The dark hair, from his pallid brow,
And look! how mournfully she doth lay
Her lips to his pale features now.
Methinks, some pleasant dream of years
Long gone, comes o'er her memory;
For smiles gleam o'er her face, then tears
Gush to her aged eye,
And mournfully and low,
These words from her full heart o'erflow.
" And art thou lying here!
Beautiful as thou wast, when side by side,
Our wayward feet ranged all the woodlands wide,
In childhood's thoughtless glee!
Yes! my beloved, though gone hath many a year,
I well remember thee!
" Here is the same white brow
That won my simple heart, when life's green path
Was all a paradise; methinks it hath
Its same calm beauty yet,
That cheek! though death hath somewhat changed it now
I never might forget!
" Thou wearest the red rose
I gave thee, on that gentle summer's eve,
When thou, all bloom and manliness, didst leave
Me, blushing at the door —
Alas! I little dreamed at that day's mellow close,
My love would come no more.
" After the rapid flight
Of fifty years, 'tis pleasant, in old age
To see thee, ere I end my pilgrimage.
And now we part! Thy cell,
The awful tomb! must shut thee from my sight,
I join thee soon. Farewell!"