Upon her couch of pain from day to day,
The darling daughter and the only child
In Christian patience waited for the hour
When Christ should call her with his voice so mild.

For she had found him precious to her soul,
When health's bright angel from her presence fled,
And blessed the love that cheered the path of one
So soon to be among the silent dead.

Her mother, with a Christian's holy trust,
Resigned her daughter to her Saviour's care,
Yet listened with a mother's yearning love
While feebly rose to heaven that daughter's prayer.

“Father in heaven! thy will, not mine, be done;
Yet, if it please thee, o'er the waters dark,
For Jesus' sake, permit thy child to know
A gentle passage for her spirit-bark.”

The prayer was answered: when the summons came
That snapped the cord which bound her soul to earth,
Soft as the zephyr was her parting breath,
And peacefully she found immortal birth.

Now 'mid the hosts who hymn a Saviour's praise
Her voice resoundeth, where she weeps no more;
And those who loved her blessed the God who gave
Such easy passage to Life's farther shore.

Not many years will pass ere they shall meet,—
That Christian mother, and that angel child:
Then sweet will be the anthem both will sing
For their inheritance all undefiled.

For that bright home where all God's children meet,
Where heart greets heart in love that ne'er shall die,
And where no sin shall mar the perfect bliss
Of those Christ welcomes to his home on high.