Part 2 — PASSED AWAY.

With wearied step, and heavy heart, O'erburdened with life's woes— My soul bowed down with grief and care The orphan only knows— I strayed along old ocean's shore, Where I had wandered oft before, My grief to hide from men; I listened—something seemed to say— The joys that once did fill thy breast Where, oh! where are they? A voice that mingled with the roar Of dashing waves against the shore, In hollow tone, replied— "They bloomed; and died!"