"Well--I, too, will call him noble and great--to-day.
"No more for him the warmth of the bright sun; Nor blows upon his brow the wind of night! "He's gone--and we all shall go.

But this is our wedding day.

Let us forget--let us forget all else but that!" "I grieve for the country," she said.
He kissed her hand.

"Poor country! But her Sons die every day.

She is like Nature--she takes no heed.