A solemn trying hour that must be met;
’Tis when the damps of death around us fall,
As night dews gather ere the sun is set.
When comes that hour to me, I’ll not forget
The only friend, whose friendship can avail
To bear me safely through “death’s iron gate”—
To chase away the foes who dare assail
My trembling, dying heart, when flesh and spirit fail.
XXIX.
My sister Jane! I did not see thee die,