C. V. Le Grice - On Charles Lamb Leading his Sister to the Asylum lyrics

An angel's wing is waving over their head While they, the brother and the sister, walk Nor dare, as heedless of its fanning, talk Of woes, which are not buried with the dead. Hand clasped in hand they move; adown their cheek, From the full heart-spring, tears overflowing gush; Close and more close they clasp, as if to speak Would wake the sorrows which they seek to hush. Down to the mansion slow their footsteps tend, Where blank despair is soothed by mercy's spell, Pausing in momentary prayer to bend Ere the cheered sister pa**es to her cell, Sure in the hope that yet there will be given Calm and sweet hours of peace--foretastes of heaven.