Amid the dark pines through this quiet dell,
And waves the light flower-shade that lies
Upon the white-leaved lily's sculptured bell;—
The "Valley's" flowers are fair, the turf is green;—
Sleep sweetly here, wept-for Eugene!
Sleep sweetly, gentle child! this peaceful rest
Hath early given thee to a home above,
Safe from all sin and tears, for, ever blest
To sing sweet praises of redeeming love.—
The love that took thee to that world of bliss