Poems (E. L. F.)/On the death of a sister aged ten
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ON THE DEATH OF A SISTER AGED 10.
She hath passed from the earth like a vision of light,Entrancing our souls 'neath the shadows of night;She hath been to our life like a beautiful dream,Or the wandering course of a wavering stream.
Few summers had bloomed o'er the fairy-like form,And light waved the breeze of life's pitiful stormAround that young heart, where each transient emotionBut quivered the soul, like a breath on the ocean.
And heaven hath caught the pure spirit again,That wandered awhile in this valley of pain;The silvery dew that hath gladdened the earth,Must haste to the region from whence it had birth.
And thus passed her soul to its home in the sky;Then why should we weep? for that soul cannot die;Her Saviour hath riven the veil from the tomb,And her spirit hath passed from all shadow of gloom.