TO THE MEMORY OF SISTER SQUIRE.
By L. M. Ogden
My mind has been occupied this evening with thoughts of this dear sister, whose obituary notice we saw in Review No. 21. I was reminded of my short acquaintance with her which commenced when the Michigan tent was here. It was in a place of worship that I first saw her. It is there that our minds have been made solemn as we have listened to her fervent supplications before the throne, and been cheered by her willing testimonies and cheerful songs of praise. It was there, that we last met, until We looked upon her marble face,
All free from thought and care.
We saw her in cold death’s embrace—
How hard to leave her there! They laid thee in thy narrow bed,
With tenderness and care,
To wait the morn that wakes the dead—
In hope we leave thee there. Thus for awhile, unconscious rest,
Till Jesus does prepare
A home for all the good and blest;
And he will take thee there. And soon he’ll come and burst the tomb,
And place a crown so fair,
Upon thy brow in yon bright home—
Oh! may we meet thee there. Gratiot Co., Ithaca, Mich.