David Mallet

“ When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of Ovoca, how calm could I rest,
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
Where the storms, which we feel in this cold world, should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. ”

“ When lo! the death-bell smote her ear,
⁠Sad sounding in the gale!
Just then she reach'd with trembling step,
⁠Her aged mother's door—
He's gone! she cry'd; and I shall see
⁠That angel-face no more.
I feel, I feel this breaking heart
⁠Beat high against my side—
From her white arm down sunk her head;
⁠She shivering sigh'd, and died.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”