Zinzendorff and Other Poems/Death of a Young Lady

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4049010Zinzendorff and Other PoemsDeath of a Young Lady1836Lydia Huntley Sigourney


DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY.


We had a Rose,—its breast
    Was bright with pearly dew,
Nor blight, nor time had stain'd the flower,
Yet it sank away from its cherish'd bower,
    It faded where it grew.


We had a Harp,—'tis gone,
    We will not say 'tis broken,—
No—no,—its tones are deep and high,
Where music wraps in melody,
    Each thought by angels spoken.