Then, unto her spirit in tones soft and low,
Came the words, “I am with you wherever you go;
And, mother, not only in dreams, shall I be
Enabled to whisper sweet comfort to thee,
For I know that the Father will help me to give,
In the hours of your waking, some proof that I live.”
Like the fall of the dew upon leaflet and flower,
Like the sound of sweet music, at twilight’s still hour,
Like the glorious sun, after long night of gloom,
These low whispered words, shed a light o’er the tomb,