Poems (Clark)/In Memoriam. L. H.
IN MEMORIAM. L. H.
She fell asleep, so came the written message, And we, amid the painThat fills our hearts, cannot but think, rejoicing, Of her unending gain.
The blessed sleep He giveth His beloved, A calm and peaceful rest,To wake beyond the reach of pain or sorrow, Supremely glad and blest.
Death here, life there; pain here, there joy eternal; No weariness nor care;The spirit's free, unfettered life of uses, The sweet outgrowth of prayer.
She fell asleep, we say, and thought's swift pinions Bear us afar; and lo,We seem to see her meeting with the dear ones. Departed long ago.
Their words of welcome almost sound around us; Their smiles we almost see.We almost breathe the fragrant air, and listen To heavenly harmony.
Our hearts, upreaching, joy in her rejoicing, And feel our own souls blestIn happy musings on her glad awakening,— Her entrance into rest.