Classic Poem

She has passed away like the flowers of earth;
She has faded like a star,
When the autumn winds bow the forest-leaves,
When the day-god comes from far.

But her memory lives with loved ones left,
Like the fragrance of a flower;
And oft in the sky of each soul shall beam,
Like the star of the morning hour.

But not lost! oh, no! she but died to live;
She " passed on " to die no more;
And e'er to her loved ones must she prove
As a tie to a fairer shore.

Oh! then will the heart of her poet-son
With his mother so loved commune;
And his sister say, with a smile of faith,
" Let the will of the Lord be done. "

O'er her spirit the soft-winged dove of peace
In the death-hour brooded still;
And the waves of God's love, as they bathed her soul,
With his joy seemed that soul to fill.

Why mourn we for those who in peace depart,
With their heaven on earth begun?
For the trusting soul and the loving heart
Wait the Master's words, " Well done! "