20 THE MAIDEN S GRAVE. 



^ ,, Well could she speak tlie words of peace. 



For peace was in her breast ; 

 And whilst she walk'd on earth, she seem'd 

 A spirit of the blest. 



Oft have I watch'd the morning star 



Diffuse a lucid ray. 

 Till all its lovely beams were lost 



Before the rising day. 



Thus did she gently leave the earth. 

 And vanish from our sight. 



When her immortal spirit pass'd 

 Into a world of light. 



'Tis sweet to muse beside the grave. 

 And press the flowery sod. 



Where rests in hope the fonn of one 

 Whose spirit dwells with God. 



Such thoughts a healing balm impart. 

 Earth's deejjest wounds to cure. 



And waken feelings in the heart. 

 Most gentle, calm, and pure. 



Death seems destroy 'd — the very flowers 

 Which clothe the peaceful tomb. 



Seem radiant with a heavenly light. 

 Illumining their bloom. 



Thus I, in memory of Kate, 



A fitting emblem chose. 

 And planted on her happy grave 



That meek and pallid rose. 



