When she was willing to resign those dearer far than life;
The time came on—it linger’d not, when that warm loving heart,
From one to which it firmly grew, was rudely torn apart;
And yet, forgetful of her pain, while every fibre bled,
She joy’d to think her dearest love to heavenly bliss had fled!
And I have told how she could smile, as o’er her boy she bent;
O, it was when, with faith’s glad eye, her glance to Heaven she sent;
Yes—though the lovely infant form was stretch’d upon its bier,
’Twas sweet to think—’twas sweet to know, the spirit was not there!
Clad in a shining robe of light, his face illumed with joy;