Were: “Mother’s heart is bowed in sadd’ning gloom;
And so I cannot leave her till you bring
A balm of healing from the world above,
And o’er the anguish of her spirit fling
A perfect peace from God’s eternal love.”
And so the angel forms who met me there
Brought rest and consolation to thy heart,
Which, in the hour of holy, sacred prayer,
Found heavenly peace that never can depart.
Then from the scenes of earth I turned awhile