Poems (Lambert)/Gone
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GONE.
"She was beautiful in lifeAnd beautiful in death."
GONE, with all her sparkling beauty, Gone, with innocence and youth;Gone, with loving ways and kindness, Gone, with happiness and truth.
In the tomb they gently laid her— Even strangers dropped a tear;And one heart will feel the anguish Of her loss for many a year.
Father, mother, loving sisters, Deeply mourn the lov'd and lost;Who can tell the crushing sorrow Of the heart who lov'd her most?
Oft, I fancy, in the twilight, That I see her winning face;Dream to find, ah, sad awakening! I was gazing into space.
Sister, this our earthly parting, Will not, cannot, be for aye;We will meet, ah, soon, my darling, Where there is eternal day!