There they found her cold And stark. With hand pressed close to heart Where lay her flowers. The sounding sea seemed To forget to hurl its billows ’gainst the beach Now white and shining. E’en the little ripples Seemed to say, Uranne! And the great Mountain rocks would echo back, Uranne!

Years went by. The war, the Cruel war was at an end. And Peace with Flowing mantle had overspread the land;⁠— With anxious heart, but willing feet, the Soldier started for his dear old cabin nestled So snugly in the valley. Would he find them all? The dear old sire with his silvered hair⁠—Perchance He had lain him down to sleep, beside the wife Who had left him in his prime.