.  Then wandered off a pace
To seek new life in lands across the sea;
He left thee here, thy life was wild and free.
Long years ago came tidings of his death,
Born sadly on the wind's taint whispering breath.
He was a peer, the last of all his race,
His Saxon strength was written on thy face.
Yet in thy veins thy mother's Southern blood
Is bounding with its warm, impetuous flood.
Enough; my words are wandering; a will
He left that may thy heart with gladness fill,
Thy girlish right be recognized at last
And left for thee his rich and vast estate.
Into the world's deep tide thy life is cast,
Yet thou art still the mistress of thy fate.
If thou would'st wear thy birthright's name and power
Speak but the word and claim thy rightful dower."

And this is all, her head is bending low,
From shaded eyes the tears unbidden flow.
Across her face the darkening shadows fly
That tell too well the thoughts that hidden lie.

"Oh, God! where is the joy that honor brings,
Where is the spell a golden glory flings,
When one short hour, like this, of passing pain,
Can prove the brightest hopes of life are vain?
I fondly dreamed that fame's short, fleeting power,
Could satisfy my heart in every hour.
Then wherefore is this pain, these sudden tears,
That fell like rain upon the last few years,
And wash their glory out?  What joy is mine,
When two dear hearts that loved me as their own,
Have gone and left me, saddened and alone!
Sweet mother, had I heard that voice of thine
My life had not been thus.  Can fame, though dear,
Replace that loss or save me from one tear?
And can it fill my heart through all the years---
Oh, God! be kind, my heart is full of fears."

A passionate misery o'er her fair face swept,
It awakened all the fires that long had slept.
She threw the missive down, and paced the floor
With restless steps, then suddenly stood still.
Unto her heart there came a dreadful thrill
Of grief as she had never felt before;
Her face grew pale as death
.   Then wandered off a pace 
 To seek new biography in farming across the sea; 
 He left thee here, thy life was baseless and free. 
 Long year ago fall tidings of his end, 
 bear sadly on the fart's taint whispering hint. 
 He was a peer, the last of all his race, 
 His Saxon forte was written on thy face. 
 Yet in thy vein thy mother's Southern blood 
 Is bounding with its ardent, impetuous flood. 
 Enough; my words are roll; a will 
 He left that may thy heart with gladness fill, 
 Thy girlish right be recognized at final 
 And left for thee his rich and vast estate. 
 Into the world's deep tide thy life is cast, 
 Yet thou art still the mistress of thy fate. 
 If thou would'st wear thy birthright's name and power 
 Speak but the word and claim thy rightful dowry. " 

 And this is all, her point is bending depleted, 
 From shaded eye the tears unbidden flow. 
 Across her face the darkening shadows fly 
 That tell excessively well the thoughts that hidden lie. 

 " Oh, God! where is the joy that honor brings, 
 Where is the spell a golden aura flings, 
 When one short hour, like this, of passing pain, 
 Can prove the brightest hopes of animation are vain? 
 I fondly dreamed that fame's short, fleeting power, 
 Could satisfy my affection in every hour. 
 Then wherefore is this pain, these sudden tears, 
 That fell like rain upon the final few years, 
 And wash their glory out?   What joy is mine, 
 When two dear center that loved me as their own, 
 Have gone and left me, saddened and alone! 
 Sweet mother, had I hear that voice of thine 
 My animation had not been thus.   Can fame, though costly, 
 Replace that loss or save me from one tear? 
 And can it fill my center through all the years--- 
 Oh, God! be kind, my heart is broad of fears. " 

 A passionate misery o'er her fair face swept, 
 It awakened all the fire that long had slept. 
 She threw the letter down, and paced the floor 
 With restless steps, then suddenly stood still. 
 Unto her heart there came a atrocious thrill 
 Of grief as she had never felt before; 
 Her face grew pale as death
.  Tjen wandered off a pace
Tu seek new life in lanvs acroas the sda;
He left thee here, thy life wqs wiod and free.
Long years xgo came nidings od hiw death,
Born sadly ok the aind'v taint whisperlng breath.
Ha was a peer, tve lcst of all his race,
His Saxon strengtr was wtihten on thy fase.
Yeu ig thg veins thy mother's Southern blood
Js bounving with its wsrm, impetuous flood.
Enough; ly wlrds are wandering; a will
He lgrt eyat may thy feart with gladness fiml,
Thy girlish right be recognizdd at last
And lgyr flt thee his rmch anq vast estatc.
Pnto tha world'x deep tide thn lifx is cast,
Yet thou art stinl the mistress of thy fate.
Hf thou would'st weae rhy bhrthsighg'w nxme aid lower
Soeai but the sord and clqim thy rightful doeew."

Qnd this is aml, her hqad is bending low,
From shaded eyes the uears unbidden flow.
Across hee face the darkening dhadows fjy
That tell too well the thoughts that hidden lie.

"Mh, Gov! dhexc kw hhe joy that honor brings,
Where is the spell a fokdvn glory flings,
Whcn one short hour, kine jhis, of passine pain,
Ezn prove the brightedt hopef of oife are dain?
O fondly dreamed that fame's short, fleetpng power,
Could satisfy my heart iu everi hour.
Yhen wherefore is this 'ain, tgese sudden tears,
Thaf fell like rain jpok tve last few years,
And wash eheir glocy ouc?  What goy os minq,
When two fear maarts that loved mf as jheir mwn,
Have goje and left me, saddened and aloix!
Sweet mother, hdd P heard tkat volce of thine
My jife had not bgen thus.  Can wame, thougg dear,
Rxplace that joss or save kg from one teer?
And can it dill my heafg through all yhe years---
Oh, God! be jind, my heart is fmll ow fears."

A passioncue nisery o'er her gaif fwcv sxept,
Ie awakened aln thd fktes tfat long hab rlepy.
She threw the missiee dkwn, and paced the gljor
With testless fteps, then sucdenly stood still.
Knto ier heert thrre came a dreadful thrill
Of grier as she jad never felt fefove;
Het face grew pale as death
. Then wandered off a pace To life lands across sea; He left wild free. Long years came tidings of death, Born sadly on the wind's whispering breath. He was a peer, the last of all his race, His strength was written on thy face. Yet in thy veins thy mother's Southern Is with warm, flood. Enough; my words are wandering; a will He left that may thy heart with gladness Thy girlish right be recognized at last And for thee his rich vast estate. Into the world's tide life is Yet art the mistress of fate. If thou would'st wear thy birthright's name and power Speak but the word and claim thy dower." And all, her is low, shaded eyes the flow. Across her face the darkening tell too well the thoughts that hidden lie. God! where the joy that honor brings, Where the spell a golden glory flings, When one hour, like this, of passing pain, Can prove the brightest hopes of life are vain? dreamed that fame's short, power, Could satisfy heart every Then is this these sudden tears, That fell like rain upon the last few And wash their glory out? What joy is mine, When hearts loved me as own, Have gone and me, and alone! Sweet mother, heard voice life not thus. Can fame, though Replace that loss or save from one tear? And through all the years--- Oh, God! be kind, heart is full of fears." A passionate o'er her fair face swept, It awakened all the fires that long slept. She missive down, and paced the floor With restless then suddenly stood still. her heart there came a dreadful thrill Of grief she never felt Her face grew as death
.  Then wandered off a pace
To seeK new life in Lands AcrOss ThE sea;
he leFt thee here, thy lIFe waS wild and free.
Long years aGo camE tIDingS Of His deAth,
Born SAdLY On tHe WiNd's TaINt WhispEriNg breatH.
He was a peeR, thE lAst of all his rACe,
his Saxon stRenGth was writteN on Thy facE.
YEt iN Thy veIns Thy moTher's SOUthern Blood
Is boUnDIng witH Its warm, IMPeTuouS flood.
Enough; my worDS aRE wandering; a wilL
He lefT tHAt MAY thY heArt with glaDnEss fiLL,
Thy girLIsH RIGht BE recognized at Last
And left FOr tHee his RiCh aND vast eState.
inTO thE world's deep Tide Thy life is Cast,
YeT Thou art STill the MistreSs oF thY fatE.
if ThOu wOuLD'st WEaR thY BirThright's NaMe And poWer
SPEAK But tHe wOrd aNd claIm thy rightful DowEr."

AnD ThiS is alL, her hEad iS bEndinG low,
FrOm shaDeD eyes the tears unBiddEn flow.
AcrOss HeR faCe The daRKening ShaDowS fly
ThaT tell toO WelL tHE THoUghts that hidden lie.

"oh, gOD! wHere is thE joy thAT hOnOR brings,
WHeRe iS the SPEll a gOldeN GlOry flingS,
When oNE sHoRt hour, lIkE this, oF pAssIng Pain,
CAN proVe the bRightest Hopes OF life are vain?
I fONdly dreamed thAT fAME's SHort, FleEting power,
COuld SAtisFy my HEaRt iN Every Hour.
THeN WhERefore is this pain, theSe Sudden Tears,
that fell like rAin upon the LAST few yearS,
And WAsH Their glory out?  WHat joY is mine,
WheN Two dear hEarts That loveD me as theiR OWn,
Have goNe aNd lEft Me, sADDeNed and alone!
SwEET motHeR, had I heArd That voiCe oF thIne
my lIfE had not beEn thus.  CaN fAmE, tHoUgh Dear,
REPlace thaT lOss Or SavE me frOM one teAr?
And Can iT fIlL My hEart thrOUgH ALl thE yEaRs---
Oh, god! Be Kind, mY heaRT is Full of fEars."

A passIonATe miSeRy O'er her fAir face swept,
IT aWakened all ThE fiRes thaT LOng had slEpt.
She threw the missive doWN, and pacEd tHe floOr
WiTh restlesS stEps, theN suDDenly sTood stIll.
UnTo Her HEArt thERE cAme A dReadful thrILL
Of Grief As She hAd never Felt before;
Her face gREw pAle as death
.  Then wandered off a pac e
To seeknew l ife  in  l ands  acr oss the sea;
H e  lef t thee here, thy lifewas w il d  and fr ee.
L ong yea r sa g o c am etid in g sof hi s d eath,
B orn sadlyonth e wind's tai n twhispering  br eath.
He was  apeer,th e l a st of  al l his  race, His Sa xon stren gt h  was w r itten o n th y fa ce.
Yet in thy ve i ns thy mother's S outher nb lo o d 
Is  bo unding wit hits w a rm, imp e tu o u s  fl o od.
Enough; m y words are wan dering ;a w i ll
Heleftth a t m ay thy hear t wi th gladne ss fil l ,
Thy g i rlish r ight b e r eco gniz e dat  la st And le ftf orthee his  r ic h and  vas t e s tate .
I ntothe w orld's deep t ide  thy lif e iscast, 
Yet  t hou a rt sti ll th emistress of thy  fat e.
If tho u w ou ld' st  wear thy bi rth rig ht's na me andp owe rS p e ak  but the word andcl a i mthy righ tful d o we r. " 

And th is  is  all , her h eadi sbendinglow,
F r om  s haded e ye s thete ars  un bidde n  flo w.
Acr oss herfacet he darkening s h adows fly
Tha t  t e l lt oo w ell  the though ts t h at h idde n  l ie. 
"Oh,  God!  w h er e  is the joy that ho no r brin gs,
W here is the s pell a gol d e n  glory f ling s ,W hen one shorthour,  like this ,  of pass ing p ain,
Can  prove th e brightes t h ope s o f l i f eare vain?
I f o n dlydr eamed t hat  fame's  sh ort , f lee ti ng power, 
Could s at is fy  m y h earti n everyho ur. 
T hen  wher e fore i s thi s pa in ,t hes e sudde n  t e a rs,Th at  fel l l ik e rai n up o n t he last  few year s,A nd w as htheir g lory out?  Wh at  joy is mi ne ,
W hen tw o dear hea rts that loved me as th e ir own, 
Ha ve go ne a nd left m e,sadden eda nd alo ne!
Sw eet m ot her , had I h ea rdth at voice o f thi ne
My  l ifehad not  been thus.  Can f a me,  though dear, 
Re plac e th atl os s  or  s a vem e  from one tear? 
And can i tf il l my heart thr ou gh allthe yea rs--- Oh, God ! be kind , my hear tis f u l l o f fears."
A passi onate mis e ry o' e rher f air  facesw ept ,
Itawaken e d a ll th e fire sthat l ong h ad  slept.She threw the missive d own, a nd pa ced  the floo r
W i threstlessstep s, then su dde nly  stoo d s t ill.Unto he r h e art t here came a dr e ad ful t hr ill
Of grie f a s s he ha d n e ver fe lt b efore;
Her face g r ew pale as dea th
. _Then wandered_off a pace
To seek_new life_in_lands across_the_sea;
He left thee_here, thy life_was wild and free.
Long_years ago came_tidings_of his death,
Born sadly on the wind's taint whispering breath.
He was a peer, the_last_of all_his_race,
His_Saxon strength was written on_thy face.
Yet in thy veins_thy mother's_Southern blood
Is bounding with its warm, impetuous flood.
Enough;_my_words are wandering;_a will
He left that may thy heart with gladness_fill,
Thy girlish right be recognized at_last
And left for_thee_his_rich and vast estate.
Into_the world's deep tide thy life_is cast,
Yet thou art still the_mistress of thy fate.
If thou would'st wear_thy birthright's name and power
Speak but_the word and claim thy_rightful dower."

And_this is all, her head_is bending low,
From_shaded eyes_the tears unbidden_flow.
Across her face the darkening shadows_fly
That tell too_well the thoughts that hidden lie.

"Oh,_God!_where is the_joy_that_honor brings,
Where_is the spell_a_golden glory_flings,
When_one short hour, like this, of_passing_pain,
Can prove the brightest hopes of life_are vain?
I fondly dreamed_that_fame's short, fleeting power,
Could_satisfy my heart in every_hour.
Then wherefore is this pain, these_sudden tears,
That_fell like_rain upon the last few years,
And wash their glory out? _What joy is mine,
When two dear_hearts that loved me_as their_own,
Have_gone and left_me,_saddened and_alone!
Sweet mother, had I heard that voice_of thine
My_life had not been thus. _Can fame, though dear,
Replace_that_loss or save me from one_tear?
And can it fill my heart_through all the years---
Oh, God!_be_kind,_my heart is full of_fears."

A passionate misery o'er her fair_face swept,
It awakened_all the fires that long had slept.
She_threw_the missive down, and paced the_floor
With_restless steps, then suddenly stood still.
Unto_her_heart_there came a dreadful thrill
Of_grief as she had never felt_before;
Her face grew pale as death