Fordham, Mary Weston
|DEATH OF A GRANDPARENT -- MRS. JENNETTE BONNEAU.|
Rest thee aged pilgrim, now thy toils are o'er;
Peacefully thou'st landed over Jordan's shore;
Safe from all the sorrows, free from all the strife,
Thou hast passed death's portals, entered into life.
Doubtless thou wert weary, tempest tossed so long;
Doubtless thou wert longing to join the happy throng;
Doubtless many loved ones on the other shore,
Whispered to thee softly "Stay on earth no more."
Whispered thee, come higher, where perennial bloom
Shall with heightened luster its wonted sway resume.
"Come where peaceful rivers quietly do flow--
Hasten mother, hasten, from that world of woe."
Then to fields Elysian she joyfully did soar,
In the blest land of Canaan to dwell forever more;
All through the "Golden City" she happily doth roam,
Oft wondering why she stay'd so long away from home.
So 'neath the bending willows we've laid thee down
Well knowing thou'rt reposing secure on Jesus' breast;
Well knowing that one day will come, the welcome
Come up, thou ransomed mortal, to thy Saviour in