|WOMANHOOD -- DEATH.|
But to our hearts with healing balm
This thought brings memory fair,
The weary couch had long become
"A Christ-held hammock of prayer,"
Which faithful friends, a loving band,
Had twisted with promises bright,
And angels fair with loving hands
Had gathered and fastened tight.
Her words of love are with us still:
"So quiet I lie 'neath the eternal sky,
"Biding the time when God, in His will,
"Shall take me to dwell with Him on high."
Though the beautiful form is laid away
And our home is no more blest,
Though joy had its hour and sorrow its day,
We know that with Jesus is rest.