Though I was near thee when thy spirit fled;
It nearly broke my heart to think that I
Could not be bending o’er thy dying bed—
Supporting in mine arms thy fainting head!
It was God’s holy will to lay me low,
And, ere I left my couch, O, thou wert dead!
It pleased my Father that it should be so,
And I will not repine, my heavenly Father! No!
XXX.
And she—our sole surviving sister—who