Vanished the vision away, but Evangeline knelt

by his bedside.

Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents unuttered

Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken.

Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him,

Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom.

Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into darkness,

As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.

All was ended now, the hope, and the fear,

and the sorrow,

All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied

longing,

All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!

And, as she pressed once more the lifeless

head to her bosom,

Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!"

Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.

Under the humble walls of the little Catholic

churchyard,

In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.

Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,

Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,

Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,