POEMS.
119
DEATH OF BERTHA SHULTZ.
Thy gentle spirit has taken flight
To the realms of angels on high;
Fled forever from our sight,—
Farewell, sweet Bertha, good-bye.
Child of promise,—sweetest beauty,—
With us on earth though short thy stay,
To know thee was to love thee dearly,—
Too soon, alas! thou pass'd away.
With us on earth though short thy stay,
To know thee was to love thee dearly,—
Too soon, alas! thou pass'd away.
Cherish'd one of fond affection,
Even though our hearts may break,
We'll bow beneath this sad affliction,
God who gives at last will take.
Even though our hearts may break,
We'll bow beneath this sad affliction,
God who gives at last will take.
Though 'tis hard to learn the lesson,
We'll bear it meekly: if we win,
By and by the gate will open,
To admit our souls within.
We'll bear it meekly: if we win,
By and by the gate will open,
To admit our souls within.
Memory throws a mantle over
Beauteous Bertha robed in white,—
Watching at God's portal ever,
Waiting with lov'd ones to unite.
Beauteous Bertha robed in white,—
Watching at God's portal ever,
Waiting with lov'd ones to unite.
Mother,our hearts are griev'd with sorrow,
Over thy irreparable loss:
Here to-day, but where to-morrow?
The reaper, Death, will claim at last.
Over thy irreparable loss:
Here to-day, but where to-morrow?
The reaper, Death, will claim at last.
