Nor dim the pure lustre of her eye;
Through faith she looked above this fleeting world,
Where joys immortal ne'er fade or die.
Her face was radiant with heavenly glory
As she murmured a parting prayer,
And then we knew, by her saint-like beauty,
That the seal of death was written there.
We miss her, yes, we miss the cheerful sunshine
That she cast on every side,
And we mourn the crushed and blighted hopes,