"The woman in me conquered. What a slave
To our emotions are we! To relent
At this long-waited moment!--Wave on wave
Of pitying weakness swept me, and I bent--
And kissed his face. Then prayed to God; and gave
My trust to God; and left to God th' event.--
I never looked on Rupert's face again,
For in the morning's combat--he was slain.