Classic Poem

One kiss, dear sister, ere they come
To bear thy form away,
And leave to moulder in the tomb
Thy pure and holy clay.

The genial smile that arched thy cheek
Hath never changed or fled,
I gaze upon thy face so meek,
And cannot think thee dead.

But ah! thine eyes are closed in night,
Thy lips are sealed and pale,
For me no tearful eye beams bright,
No soft voice lulls my wail.

Another kiss! — within the tomb
Thy form they haste to lay,
But far above the sable gloom
I see thee bright as day.

Pure angel! shade me with thy wings
In sorrow's gloomy night,
And o'er life's murky wanderings,
Strew thou celestial light.