Marco arose⁠— Father, adieu. Take care of these as best thou Can’st. I know the load is much too great for Thee. Whose silvery hairs are whitening o’er with age. Do all thou can’st and leave the rest to “Him Who notes when e’en the sparrows fall.”

And now, Uranne! truest and best, I can Not give thee any more my heart, for thou had’st It all long ago. Thy love to me has been like Silver lining ’mid the clouds of life. Has opened up my heart to kindlier feelings For all who on this earth have naught to cheer, To solace them in hours like these.