Written on the death of my grandmother, Anna Maria Cory, who died June 7th, 1858, in Okemos, Ingham Co., Mich., being within a few days of 81 years of age, and having been a Sabbath-keeper about four years.
Thou'rt gone; no more thy voice we hear,
'Tis hushed in death;
Thou'st yielded back upon the air
The last, short breath.
While friends bereaved now mourn for thee,
To rest thou'rt gone;
And left earth's troubling cares, to wait
That last, bright morn.
Sweet be thy peaceful slumbers now,
Within the tomb;
Sleep, till the trump shall call thee forth
In youthful bloom.
Though dim the lustre of thine eye,
Thy step infirm;
Though furrowed was thy brow with age,
Thy heart was warm.
Thou in thy Saviour's love didst dwell,
Rejoicing still.
Rest now, thou'st well performed thy task
And done His will.
We've borne thee to thy resting-place,
With burdened hearts;
But soon within a sunnier clime,
We'll never part.
We soon expect to see our Lord
To earth descend;
He'll not forget thy resting-place,
Farewell till then.