IN MEMORIAM.
(MRS. EDWIN BOOTH. FEBRUARY 20, 1863.)
Kiss her good-night!
Then let the waiting angel take her hand
To lead her feet across the shining strand
Where life, serene and beautiful, awaits
The coming guest before the golden gates!
Kiss her good-night!
Then let the waiting angel take her hand
To lead her feet across the shining strand
Where life, serene and beautiful, awaits
The coming guest before the golden gates!
Kiss her good-night!
Close the dear eyes
That never more shall fill with unshed tears,
Or dim before the fading touch of years,
But bright with light eternal, from above
Shall guide the treasures of her earthly love.
That never more shall fill with unshed tears,
Or dim before the fading touch of years,
But bright with light eternal, from above
Shall guide the treasures of her earthly love.
Smooth the soft hair,
And fold above the silence of the breast
Palm touching palm, her quiet hands to rest,
Fair hands that through all change of good or ill
Still wove the sunshine of her Master's will.
And fold above the silence of the breast
Palm touching palm, her quiet hands to rest,
Fair hands that through all change of good or ill
Still wove the sunshine of her Master's will.
