THE HUSBAND'S REQUIEM.
Breath low, thou gentle wind, breathe soft and low;
The beautiful lies died, the joy of life is fled,
And my lone heart is wed henceforth to woe.
That thou shouldst droop and die at early morn.
While yet thy graceful dew a joyous fragrance drew
From every flower that grew life's path along.
The green earth mourns for thee, thou dearest one;
A plaintive tone is heard, and flower and leaflet stirred,
And every favorite bird sings sad And low.
Pale is thy brow and dimmed thy sparkling eye,
Affection's sweetest token is lost forever And broken,
The last kind word is spoken- Why did'st thou die?