Classic Poem

Light be the turf on thy tomb!
Bright be the place of thy rest!
Thy spirit has fled in it's beauty and bloom
To its home, the abode of the blest.

The depth of our love and our woe,
And all that this trial hast cost
No hearts save those only, can know
Who have owned such a treasure and lost!

We cherish thy memory here,
While in humble affliction we bow,
And Heaven will pardon our sorrow a tear,
Since thou ne'er cost us one until now.