Epitaph

FOR MRS. M —

Toward the dark gate we saw her slowly glide,
The angel Patience moving at her side;
The noiseless portal opened, and the light
A moment gleamed, then left us in the night,
Where still we sit beside her sacred urn,
Praying the angel Patience to return.
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