"She had no riches, but a humble heart,
In meek submission with her lot to bow;
Even on earth she saw her God 'in part,'
And 'face to face' she sees His glory now."
"We both have left this vale of tears,
Through which we travell'd a few years;
We sleep all free from grief and pain,
Hoping with Christ to rise again."
"She is not dead, but sleepeth,
The Lord in safety keepeth
Her whom we lov'd so well;
And soon her mould'ring dust shall be
Restor'd to life and liberty,
A Saviour's love to tell,—
A glorious home with those to share
Who have, like her, their treasure there."
"Reader, when you are breasting
Life's ever stormy wave,
Think of those others resting
Within the silent grave;
And then when you remember
That you like them must be,
Live to make life more worthy
Of Him who died for thee.—A.
