Poems (Truesdell)/Lines on the Death of Mrs. E. Brown

by Helen Truesdell

LINES

ON THE DEATH Of MrS. E. BROWN.

Lady, when first I looked on thee,
 I little thought so soon
That I, amid a weeping train,
 Should follow to thy tomb.
Far from the home that gave thee birth,
 Friends that would bid thee stay,—
Surrounded by a stranger band,
 Thy spirit passed away.

Though strangers stood around thy bier,
 Full many a tear was shed,
That one so young, and lovely too,
 Must sleep among the dead.
And he, the husband of thy heart,
 O'er thy low death-couch bent,
While sorrow, far too deep for words,
 His anguished spirit rent.

But ah! ye cannot call her back,—
 Dear friends I your tears are vain;
Her eyes are closed, nor will they ope
 To earth's vain things again.
But though on earth she lives no more,
 In heaven she liveth ever,
And ye, if faithful, soon shall meet,
 Where naught fond friends can sever.