IN MEMORIAM
(M. J. E., Obitt, June 19, 1874.)
Who shall separate that spirit from the blessed love of Christ?
He hath called her to Himself for whom the world hath not sufficed.
Pure her spirit upward winging now its swift, untrameled way,
Far beyond our aching vision, enters that serener day.
Patient, pure, she took the burden of this life unto His feet,
Who hath called His loved and bid them come unto His presence sweet;
All she leaveth, gladly answering her beloved Master's call,
And for her the shadowy valley had no terror to appal.
Passed unto a life all glorious now a ransomed soul she bides,—
Ended all the weary watching,—crossed for aye life's troubled tides;
So we leave her now possessing, to the full, Christ's own sweet love,
And one more of life's best treasures lives and waits for us above!