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O'er the calm spirit silently there steals
Some effluence celestial, that inbreathed,
As from the throne of God, a baptism seems
Of love divine, before the mortal strife,
The waiting soul from ties of earth to free,
And heavenward lure her towards her coming bliss.

  'Tis in this hallowed time that Edward now
And Mary, side by side, like ripened sheaves
With yellow grain rich laden, bide the hour
When the great Husbandman with faithful care
Shall bring them to his garner. Ella's hand,
With love's instinctive gentleness, delights
To bear for them each burden, and each day
Some pleasure new to bring. The furrowed brow,
Soothed by her touch, seems ever half to lose
Its look of weariness; and at her voice,
Whose tones are cheering as the morning lark's,
The languid eye grows brighter; and the ear
Tires not that listens to her pleasing talk,
Or readings, that beguile the loitering hours;