his eyes closed. Mom and Lori were standing next to him.
Foreboding angel! check thy fear!
It so o'ermasters me, that when, Or wheresoe'er, his step I hear, I almost
think, no more I love thee then. Besides, when he is near, I ne'er could pray.
This eats into my heart; with thee The same, my Henry, it must be.
For one brief hour then may I never rest, And heart to heart, and soul to soul
Ah, if I slept alone! To - night The bolt I fain would leave undrawn for thee;
But then my mother's sleep is light, Were we surprised by her, ah me! Upon
Dear angel! there's no cause for dread. Here is a little phial, - if she take