The tombs where lie enshrined her brightest joys,
When ruthless death her earthly hope destroys.
Bright was her home whose tale of wo I tell;
Hope ever paints her glittering landscape well,
And fair the tissues love and fancy show,
While joy o’erspreads the whole with radiant glow.
But now the scene was changed from earth to Heaven;
O’er things below brooded the gloom of even;
But an attractive brightness drew her gaze,
Where Heaven’s pure light stream’d in effulgent rays.