132 TRIBUTARY VERSES. 



ON VISITING THE TOMB OF H. K. WHITS, 



BY MRS M. H. HAY. 



On ! spirit of the blest, forgive 

 The mortal tear — the mortal sigh ; 



Thou knowest what it was to live, 

 And feel each human agony. 



I would not raise thy mouldering form, 

 Nor bring thy spirit from above. 



Could I a miracle perform, 

 Much as thy beauteous soul I love. 



No, all I ask in fervent prayer, 

 As o'er thy silent tomb I bend, 



That I, in heavenly scenes may sharo 

 Thy converse, and become thy friynd, 



THE KNIC 



