Poems (Stephens)/The exiled empress

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by Eliza Jane Stephens
The exiled empress
4499352Poems — The exiled empressEliza Jane Stephens

THE EXILED EMPRESS.
Hers was a noble womanhood,
So full of rarest, sweetest grace,
So rich in goodness, showing forth
In love for all the human race.

A faithful wife, she gladly sought
The counsel of her husband wise,
And he in turn, accounted her,
Of all he held, the dearest prize.

A loving mother, e'en in death
Forgetting naught of tenderness,
She yearned her children to behold,
To bid farewell, once more to bless.

Still sighing for her native land
Until at last she fell asleep;
Can it be wrong when such are dead
To pause awhile and o'er them weep?