Lines on a Deceased Friend

Lines on a Deceased Friend

How solemn was the closing scene,

When she yielded her last breath;

How sweetly beamed the smile serene

Upon the cheek of death.

Her lovely hope no fears could blight,

No pain her peace destroy,

She viewed above, the beams of light,

A pure and lasting joy.

Her body is numbered with the dead.

Her soul has taken its flight,

Far from this sinful world has fled

For ever from our sight.

F.

1:38, p. 152

1827.11.30