Poems (Smith)/The Death of Ione

by Martha A. Smith

THE DEATH OF IONE.

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As I looked within the casket,
 At the lovely sleeper there,
And thought of her hereafter,
 Who did for Heaven prepare.

Her face was so angelic,
 To see her was to feel
Her pure spirit was in Heaven,
 At our Saviour's feet to kneel.

Then, mother, trust your daughter
 Will be waiting there for thee,
To welcome you to Heaven
 When from this life you're free.

I can see a light of glory
 Around her angel form,
As she welcomes you, her mother,
 From this bleak world of storm.

And father, too, and brother,
 She'll we watching for above;
Awaiting you in Heaven,
 With outstretched arms of love.

And Alice, her only sister,
 Will not be forgotten there.
If she trusts in her Redeemer,
 With heartfelt, earnest prayer.

Then do not grieve, kind mother,
 That lone has gone before,
To wait for you in Heaven,
 On the bright, eternal shore.

Be cheerful, mother, ever,
 And happy while you may;
For you'll surely meet your darling
 At the resurrection-day.