Additional Poetry of Felicia Hemans in the 1840 edition of Songs of the Affections/Epitaph
Songs of the Affections, 1840, Page 267
EPITAPH.
Farewell, beloved and mourn'd! we miss awhile
Thy tender gentleness of voice and smile,
And that bless'd gift of Heaven, to cheer us lent—
That thrilling touch, divinely eloquent,
Which breathed the soul of prayer, deep, fervent, high,
Through thy rich strains of sacred harmony;
Yet from those very memories there is born
A soft light, pointing to celestial morn.
Oh! bid it guide us where thy footsteps trode,
To meet at last "the pure in heart" with God!