text: ] "Farewell to thee Winifred dearest and best! Farewell to thee wife of a courage so high!-- Come hither and nestle again in my breast Come hither and kiss me again ere I die!-- And when I am laid bleeding and low in the dust And yield my last breath at a tyrant's decree Look up--be resign'd--and the God of the just Will shelter thy fatherless bairnies and thee!" She wept on his breast but ashamed of her tears She dash'd off the drops that ran warm down her cheek; "Be sorrow for those who have leisure for tears-- O pardon thy wife that her soul was so weak! There is hope for us still and I will not despair Though cowards and traitors exult at thy fate; I'll show the oppressors what woman can dare I'll show them that love can be stronger than hate!" Lip to lip heart to heart and their fond arms entwined He has kiss'd her again and again and again; "Farewell to thee Winifred pride of thy kind Sole ray in my darkness sole joy in my pain!" She has gone--he has heard the last sound of her tread; He has caught the last glimpse of her robes at the door;-- She has gone and the joy that her presence had shed May cheer the sad heart of Lord Nithsdale no more