Beheld thee here below,

From its remembered sweetness gain

New impulse toward that heavenly train

Whose harps in never-ceasing strain

With God's high praises glow.

[ MRS. MORRIS COLLINS, ]

Died at Hartford, May 19th, 1862.

Frail stranger at the gate of life,

Too weak to grasp its key,

O'er whom the Sun on car of gold