Poems (Smith)/To Mintie

by Martha A. Smith

TO MINTIE.

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Thy kind voice was often whispering
 "Grandma, what can I do for you?"
Don't you think our God was listening,
 And that He will reward you, too?

Mother's sickness, groans, and moanings,
 Nearly rent our hearts in two;
Mintie's kind voice oft was asking
 "Grandma, what can I do for you?"

Oft thy kind hand, soft and soothing,
 Wiped the damps of death away,
With affection, kind and loving,
 For thy grandmother, dead to-day.

Forever this deathbed recollection
 Will rush unbidden to our view:
A place to test the heart's affection,—
 One stood by her kind and true.

Sweet girl, thy love so true and tender,
 For thy grandmother now at rest;
Such true affection I'll remember,
 Till I myself sleep with the blest.

Asleep in God, unto life everlasting
 Her tried spirit passed away;
We trust with her Maker resting,
 Until we meet at the last day.