Poems (Smith)/To My Niece
TO MY NIECE.
Around the dying bed of mother Oft my heart went out to thee, With a fervent wish to Heaven That thou'lt ever remembered be.
Yours a love so true and tender, With no eye but God to see; And I truly felt thy kindness,— Thou wilt ever remembered be.
Thy fond affection for grandmother Was so beautiful to me,—While I thought of thee so often,— Thou wilt ever remembered be.
We will ne'er forget thy goodness, Nor will God in whom you trust: Always be thus kind and gentle Till you mingle with the dust.
I pray God to keep thee ever Pure and holy in His love,—Safely anchored in His harbor, When you pass to Heaven above.