Escaped the blasts of earth and grasp of time;
As cradled in a mother’s arms ye lay,
In this bright hope ye smiled serenely gay,
Soft as the tender plumage of the dove—
Ye seraph-sisters, whose brief life of love
Shone like the dawn of your celestial day.
Your bark of joy scarce touched this chilling shore,
Your vests of clay ye but a moment wore,
Ye sparkled like twin drops of morning dew,
Reflecting heaven’s own tints of rainbow hue,