text:  "But yesterday " with sobs he cried "Thou wert with sweet looks at my side Life's loveliest blossom and to-day Woes me! thou liest a thing of clay! It cannot be that thou art gone; It cannot be that now alone A grey-hair'd man on earth am I Whilst thou within its bosom lie? Methinks I see thee smiling there With beaming eyes and sunny hair As thou were wont when fondling me To clasp my neck from off my knee! Was it thy voice? Again oh speak My boy or else my heart will break!" Each adding to that father's woes A thousand bygone scenes arose; At home--a field--each with its joy Each with its smile--and all his boy! Now swell'd his proud rebellious breast With darkness and with doubt opprest; Now sank despondent while amain Unnerving tears fell down like rain: Air--air--he breathed yet wanted breath-- It was not life--it was not death-- But the drear agony between Where all is heard and felt and seen-- The wheels of action set ajar; The body with the soul at war