We hope to Heaven their souls have fled.

The widow now alone is left,

Of all her family bereft.

May she now put her trust in God,

To heal the wound made by His rod.

On a stone raised to the memory of a child:—

He listened for a while to hear

Our mortal griefs; then turned his ear

To angel harps and songs, and cried

To join their notes celestial, sigh’d and died.