Its fragrance I cherish
So deep in my heart.
Lines
Composed by Annie R. Smith, the day but one before her death.
Oh! shed not a tear o’er the spot where I sleep;
For the living and not for the dead ye may weep;
Why mourn for the weary who sweetly repose,
Free in the grave from life’s burden of woes?
I long now to rest in the lone, quiet tomb;
For the footsteps of Jesus have lightened its gloom.