Thy drooping heart with hopes to cheer.
“Peace, wing’d in fairer worlds above,”
Has ta’en thy form away from this;
Has beckon’d thee to seats of glory,
To realms of everlasting bliss.
So rich in piety and worth,
Too soon, alas! lamented one,
Thou hast been call’d away from earth,
And heaven has claim’d thee for its own.