Classic Poem

Once lovely, pure, and good, on earth she dwelt,
T' infuse the heav'nly peace she inly felt;
To raise the drooping soul, to charm the heart,
And virtuous joy to all she lov'd, impart;
While peaceful and serene, her spotless mind
No earthly passion tainted or confin'd.
But ah! too pure in this mix'd scene to stay,
Her spirit sought to find a brighter way;
A God of mercy view'd the struggling soul
Striving to free itself from earth's control,
Then in compassion stay'd th' unequal strife,
And burst the bonds that fasten'd it to life;
Bid th' enraptur'd spirit soar on high,
And bloom for ever in its native sky.