Note 60 — MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

“I saw him last on this terrace proud, Walking in health and gladness; Begirt with his court—and in all the crowd Not a single look of sadness. “The time since he walk’d in glory thus, To the grave till I saw him carried, Was an age of the mightiest change to us, But to him a night unvaried. “A daughter beloved—a queen—a son— And a son’s sole child had perish’d; And sad was each heart, save the only one By which they were fondest cherish’d.”