Had been her kind companion all the day;
It was the hymn book given her by him
Who now lay coffin’d there. She pointed out
A certain hymn, and begg’d it might be sung;
For at her darling sister’s distant grave,
In dear New Haven, it was sweetly sung
But two short years before. The young and fair,
The brave and beautiful, had chanted it
Around her early grave, with swelling hearts,
And many a falling tear. For she was loved