She calmly passed to the land unseen.
Oh, she has gone from us; so young and so fair,
Wearing all the charms of youthful bloom,
And around our hearts there comes a deep sadness,
O'ershadowing us in midnight gloom,
Earth's tenderest ties were twined around her,
And fain would we have had her stay;
But angels around the throne were beckoning
As if to hasten her flight away.
No fear of death could blanch her marble cheek,