Classic Poem

Sister , thou wast mild and lovely,
Gentle as the summer breeze,
Pleasant as the air of evening,
When it floats among the trees.

Peaceful be thy silent slumber, —
Peaceful in the grave so low.
Thou no more wilt join our number;
Thou no more our songs shalt know.

Dearest sister, thou hast left us;
Here thy loss we deeply feel.
But 't is God that hath bereft us;
He can all our sorrows heal.

Yet again we hope to meet thee,
When the day of life is fled;
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,
Where no farewell tear is shed.