Poetical Fragments from Ethel Churchill Volume II/The Lost
CHAPTER XXXIII.
A FRIEND AT COURT.
I did not know till she was lost,
How much she was beloved;
She knows it in that better world
To which she is removed.
I feel as she had only sought
Again her native skies;
I look upon the heavens, and seem
To meet her angel eyes.
Pity, and love, and gentle thoughts,
For her sake, fill my mind;
They are the only part of her
That now is left behind.
Blanchard’s title is:
THE LOST
In The New York Mirror (24th March 1838), as Sorrow for the Departed