“The little child,
Whose bright eyes smiled,
Whom angel-hands upbore,
The good, the kind,
The pure in mind,
Glide through Life’s open door.
With voices sweet,
Their lips repeat
The chorus of the sky:—
‘All souls shall be
From doubt made free,
And Death itself shall die.’
“Joy crowns with flowers
Life’s summer-hours,
When storms of sorrow cease;
And wintry snows,
And calm repose,
Bring thoughts of holy peace.
Thus pales or burns
Life’s star by turns,
As swift the moments fly;
But winter’s blight,
And sorrow’s night,
And Death itself, shall die.
“From Death’s abyss
To hights of bliss
Must souls immortal strive;
While loss and gain,
And peace and pain,
Shall keep their faith alive.
But higher still,
With tireless will,
Their course shall upward lie,
Till palms shall wave
Above the grave,
And Death itself shall die.”
FOOTNOTES:
[1] The garment which caused the death of Hercules.
[2] Since the above poem was given, through the pressure of public opinion, she has been pardoned, and sent back to England.
[3] Socrates.
[4] Pronounced Ig-war-no-don.
[5] The name signifies a small laurel-wreath.
[6] If.