III.
Some word of life ev'n then had met
His calm benignant eye;
Some ancient promise, breathing yet
Of Immortality;
Some heart's deep language, where the glow
Of quenchless faith survives;
For every feature said—"I know
That my Redeemer lives."
IV.
And silent stood his children by,
Hushing their very breath
Before the solemn sanctity
Of thoughts o'ersweeping death:
Silent—yet did not each young breast
With love and reverence melt?
Oh! blest be those fair girls—and blest
That home where God is felt!