Poems (Smith)/In Memory of Mrs. W. E. Horwill
IN MEMORY OF MRS. W. E. HORWILL.
Thou art gone, but not forgotten: An angel thou art now,—With a harp within thy hand, And a crown upon thy brow.
Thou art gone, but not forgotten: Laid away in peaceful rest,Thy cold hands folded gently Across thy clay-cold breast.
Thou art gone, but not forgotten: Thy many deeds of love Are recorded up in heaven, And thou'lt reap thy reward above.
Thou art gone, but not forgotten: Full oft our hearts will weep. God eternal up in heaven Will thee ever safely keep.
Thou art gone, but not forgotten: Thy pure spirit, robed in white, Enter'd into the life immortal, There with angels to unite.
Thou art gone, but not forgotten: Gone to join the chosen band,—At thy Father's feet now sitting, Crown on brow and harp in hand.