POEMS.
115
TO MY NIECE.
Around the dying bed of mother
Oft my heart went out to thee,
With a fervent wish to Heaven
That thou'lt ever remembered be.
Yours a love so true and tender,
With no eye but God to see;
And I truly felt thy kindness,—
Thou wilt ever remembered be.
With no eye but God to see;
And I truly felt thy kindness,—
Thou wilt ever remembered be.
Thy fond affection for grandmother
Was so beautiful to me,—
While I thought of thee so often,—
Thou wilt ever remembered be.
Was so beautiful to me,—
While I thought of thee so often,—
Thou wilt ever remembered be.
We will ne'er forget thy goodness,
Nor will God in whom you trust:
Always be thus kind and gentle
Till you mingle with the dust.
Nor will God in whom you trust:
Always be thus kind and gentle
Till you mingle with the dust.
I pray God to keep thee ever
Pure and holy in His love,—
Safely anchored in His harbor,
When you pass to Heaven above.
Pure and holy in His love,—
Safely anchored in His harbor,
When you pass to Heaven above.
