Emily
Hast thou seen a blossom blighted on its stem?
Rose or lily beautiful? She was one of them.
Watch'd and nurtured tenderly, yet the fragile thing
Open'd not in summer suns, fading in the spring.
Like a golden sunbeam, from the heights of even,
So her spirit left her for the highest heaven.
" Farewell, precious mother! Dearest, do not weep;
Jesus Christ supports me, death to me is sleep!
" Anxiously you've watch'd me slowly waning here,
Now the morning breaketh, beautifully clear;
Haste I on before you, for a step or two,
By the gate of glory will I wait for you. "
And a light from Eden rested on her face:
Earth hath no such brightness; here it finds no place.
Parted then the spirit, low the lily bow'd,
And like Beauty dreaming lay she in her shroud!
Rose or lily beautiful? She was one of them.
Watch'd and nurtured tenderly, yet the fragile thing
Open'd not in summer suns, fading in the spring.
Like a golden sunbeam, from the heights of even,
So her spirit left her for the highest heaven.
" Farewell, precious mother! Dearest, do not weep;
Jesus Christ supports me, death to me is sleep!
" Anxiously you've watch'd me slowly waning here,
Now the morning breaketh, beautifully clear;
Haste I on before you, for a step or two,
By the gate of glory will I wait for you. "
And a light from Eden rested on her face:
Earth hath no such brightness; here it finds no place.
Parted then the spirit, low the lily bow'd,
And like Beauty dreaming lay she in her shroud!
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