LXVI.

But ye in solemn joy, O faithful pair! Stood gazing on your parted sister’s dust; I saw your features by the torch’s glare, And they were brightening with a heavenward trust! I saw the doubt, the anguish, the dismay, Melt from my Alvar’s glorious mien away; And peace was there--the calmness of the just! And, bending down the slumb’rer’s brow to kiss, “Thy rest is won,” he said, “sweet sister! Praise for this!”