At the sound of that voice all the dead shall arise,

And before God shall stand all the nations on earth.

Then shall this dear one, our first born, awake,

Her mortal put on immortality then;

And oh! blissful thought, that we once more may meet

In that home where’s no parting, death, sorrow, or pain.

Weston, May 29, 1852.

To a Friend in the City,

From her Friend in the Country.

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