Lucy

Called in the dawn of womanhood away,
     While yet Life’s paths to her were sunny-fair,
     And young Love’s rose-hues kindled earth and air,
And Eden’s light around her footsteps lay,
Why should we mourn the premature decay
     Of hopes that perished when our LUCY died?
     More lovely now than when an earthly bride,
She hath put on the beautiful array
     Spirits redeemed from death in glory wear!
Where all is purity and love and light,
Amid the ransomed host she walks in white,
     For ever freed from sorrow, sin and care:
To her the golden crown and harp are given—
Joy! for a sister-spirit safe in Heaven!