Your ShelfYour Projects

LINES

8%

Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Dec 12, 1854

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 6, No. 17.

Read the full edition

LINES

By Annie R. Smith

Occasioned by the Death of Anna White.
She hath passed Death's chilling billow, And gone to rest; Jesus smoothed her dying pillow— Her slumbers blest.
Parents saw with grief unspoken, Only in tears, Their sweet bud of promise broken— Youngest in years.
In yon, lonely grave, a Brother, Friends, weeping, laid; Called so soon to see another, As lovely, fade.
God support, while hopes have perished In Sorrow's tide; While a Sister, loved and cherished, Sleeps by his side.
Precious seed had she been sowing On Life's broad field; Rich will be the harvest, showing The sheaves t'will yield.
Youth and children now are sighing, Who feel her worth, That her cold, pale form is lying Low in the earth.
From the bitter cup that's given, We should not shrink; Since the mandate is from Heaven, That bids us drink.
Sleep, dear Sister, kind and tender, To friendship true, While with feeling hearts we render This tribute due.
When the morn of glory, breaking, Shall light the tomb, Beautiful will be thy waking, In fadeless bloom.
Where no wintry winds are blowing No burial train, Crowned with gems celestial, glowing We'll meet again! ANNIE R. SMITH.