Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/On the Death of my Dear Sister Eliza
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ON
THE DEATH OF MY DEAR SISTER ELIZA.
INSCRIBED TO MY MOTHER.
If spotless innocence, and truth refin'd,
With every virtue of the feeling mind;
If these can raise to heaven's eternal sphere,
Be comforted—Eliza's surely there.
Oh, hark! I hear the immortal spirit sing:
"I rise above on light ethereal wing;
"Then weep no more; ah! cease those flowing tears,
"No more Eliza death or sickness fears;
"Earth and its fading pleasures far behind,
“In heaven a happy, happy seat I find.
"Mourn not for me—'tis you I mourn for now;
"I soar on high, while you remain below.
"In heaven we all at length shall meet again,
"Where all is happiness, all free from pain.
"Then weep no more; ah! cease those flowing tears;
"No more my spirit death or sickness fears."