ON THE
DEATH OF THE BEAUTIFUL MRS. * * * * *.
I saw her when life's tide was high,
When youth was hov'ring o'er her brow,
When joy was dancing in her eye,
And her cheek blushed hope's crimson glow.
When youth was hov'ring o'er her brow,
When joy was dancing in her eye,
And her cheek blushed hope's crimson glow.
I saw her 'mid a fairy throng
She seemed the gayest of the gay;
I saw her lightly glide along
'Neath beauty's smile and pleasure's lay.
She seemed the gayest of the gay;
I saw her lightly glide along
'Neath beauty's smile and pleasure's lay.
I saw her in her bridal robe;
The blush of joy was mounting high;
I marked her bosom's heaving throb,
I marked her dark and downcast eye.
The blush of joy was mounting high;
I marked her bosom's heaving throb,
I marked her dark and downcast eye.
I saw her when a mother's love
Asked at her hand a mother's care;
She looked an angel from above,
Hovering round a cherub fair.
Asked at her hand a mother's care;
She looked an angel from above,
Hovering round a cherub fair.
I saw her not till, cold and pale,
She slumbered on Death's icy arm;
The rose had faded on her cheek,
Her lip had lost its power to charm.
She slumbered on Death's icy arm;
The rose had faded on her cheek,
Her lip had lost its power to charm.