[9] My sister, Jane Keith Palmer, died in New York, May 27th, 1837, aged 22 years.
“Why make ye this ado, and weep? The damsel is not dead, but sleepeth.”—Mark v. 39.
[10] Complaint of Job.
TO A SISTER, IN THE REPOSE OF DEATH.
Sleep on, sweet sister! holy joy
Sits on thy placid brow;
No sudden anguish can destroy
Thy peaceful slumbers now.
Sleep on—sleep on—and I will pray
That I may rest like thee,