From the French by Louisa Stuart Costello

’T IS done! a father, mother, gone,
  A sister, brother, torn away,
My hope is now in God alone,
  Whom heaven and earth alike obey.
Above, beneath, to him is known,—
The world’s wide compass is his own.

I love,—but in the world no more,
  Nor in gay hall, or festal bower;
Not...