Classic Poem

Sweetly she sleeps whom here we loved so truly:
She wakes no more,
Save where the angels round those spirits gather
Who reach the other shore.

Unclouded now for aye her mental vision,
She sees the Truth,
And shares the health of those fair fields Elysian
With an immortal youth.

Folded in arms of love, serene, paternal,
She now will rest
In the glad mansions of our home supernal,
Among the saved and blest.

No blight shall fall upon her sin-freed spirit,
No grief she shares:
Her soul shall ever in that land inherit
Sweet freedom from all cares.

We mourn that from our paths she hath ascended,
Earth seems so drear;
But, when our pilgrimage on earth is ended,
We'll rise to find her there.

Parents and children there at last shall gather;
And this dear child
Shall greet them lovingly, — the honored father,
The tender mother mild,

The noble brothers, and the precious sisters,
Who sorrow here;
And joy which shall o'erpass all earthly pleasure
Shall be their portion there.

God of all grace! who sent thy Well-beloved
For us to die,
Strengthen the sad hearts in this broken circle
With comfort from on high.