Lover,—the spell is broke
That o'er your life she wove,
Look to her flitting robes that gleam
So white, beyond cold Jordan's stream,
Look to the Land of Love.
Died at Providence, Rhode Island, April 27th, 1862, aged 7 years and 2 months.
Seven blest years our darling daughter,
We have held thee to our hearts,
Every season growing dearer;