Sarah M. Steele

WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE APRIL 10 TH , 1828, IN THE 23 D YEAR OF HER AGE .

All that the world can promise to the hope
Of the young heart was hers, and in her heart
Dwelt every gentle and endearing virtue
That gives to life its bliss. The summons came
To call her from her mother's arms, to lie
By a loved sister's grave, whose peaceful death
Shone as a light to guide her through the gloom
Of the dark path she was so soon to tread

And shall we mourn o'er relics such as these?
And fear this earth will not give up her dead?
Hath He not risen victor of the grave?
Shone not this hope upon her parting hour?
" Lord! we believe; help thou our unbelief. "
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