Poems (White)/Miss Sophie B. Wright
MISS SOPHIE B. WRIGHT
You are gone, Miss Sophie Wright, Dear beating, throbbing heart. Your life was such a fight, And yet you did your part. Your nervous hands no more You'll turn and move at will; They rest as ne'er before, The handkerchief is still. Your frame, so small and mean, Shall trouble you no more; The sufferings you have seen Are gone forever more. Your life so early old, Because so full of strain, Is just a lesson told Of sunshine and of rain. And now we see no more Your little yearning face. Perchance you've seen before In heaven a certain place. And all your love for boys And girls you've left behind? Do you in heavenly joys Pray that these shall find? Right in the toil of life Your chair you left behind; You left the heat and strife A richer life to find. And as we sing the hymn, "Until we meet again," An echo on the wind Wafts back to us—Amen.