DEATH OF ELLA by L. D. Santee

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 20, 1870

DEATH OF ELLA

By L. D. Santee

A LITTLE child lay dying; her eyes were growing dim, She asked her weeping mother to sing the evening hymn; Weep not, my darling mother, I soon at rest shall be, And I'll wake up in the morning, when the Master calls for me.

I feel that I am dying, for shorter grows my breath; Soon my head will cease its aching, and I'll sleep the sleep of death.

The room is growing darker, your face I cannot see; But I'll wake up in the morning, when the Master calls for me.

My heart beats fainter, fainter, my eyes are growing dim, But, mother dear, before I die, oh! sing the evening hymn. Of little children Jesus said, Let them come unto me; And I'll wake up in the morning, when the Master calls for me.

Before the hymn was ended, her spirit pure had fled, And as the mother there was knelt, the little one lay dead. And she cried in bitter anguish, Oh! how lone my life will be, While in death you're calmly sleeping, till the Master calls for thee.

Summers have bloomed and faded since her little daughter died, And the mother and her darling now are sleeping side by side; Upon their graves the falling leaves in chilly autumn fall; But they'll wake up in the morning, at the Master's gracious call.

L. D. SANTEE.