Poems (Smith)/To Mintie
TO MINTIE.
Thy kind voice was often whispering "Grandma, what can I do for you?" Don't you think our God was listening, And that He will reward you, too?
Mother's sickness, groans, and moanings, Nearly rent our hearts in two; Mintie's kind voice oft was asking "Grandma, what can I do for you?"
Oft thy kind hand, soft and soothing, Wiped the damps of death away, With affection, kind and loving, For thy grandmother, dead to-day.
Forever this deathbed recollection Will rush unbidden to our view: A place to test the heart's affection,— One stood by her kind and true.
Sweet girl, thy love so true and tender, For thy grandmother now at rest; Such true affection I'll remember, Till I myself sleep with the blest.
Asleep in God, unto life everlasting Her tried spirit passed away; We trust with her Maker resting, Until we meet at the last day.