Death of One of Our Companions
Requiem of the Departed One
wind fanned her gentle brow,
breathed among the veil's soft fall,
The Nuns' sweet chapel chants were low,
the light rays shone o'er all
Enveloped in a robe like snow,
kneeling near the altar stones,
A crown of roses on her brow,
lost one's features shone.
I saw her there, Oh! fair young heart,
thought not, then, so soon to part,
With thee, our sainted one.
saw that marble brow,
But oh! convulsed with suffering now,
sudden joy had thrilled,
The long lost mother, whom she thought
in her grave, but not forgot,
Was midst the living still.
The deep, the sudden, thrilling joy,
than her slender life could bear,
Oh! sooner joy can life destroy,
might of grief, than deep despair.
I saw that smiling face,
peaceful, still and white,
Death could take life, but not erase
features living light.
The taper light shone soft and clear,
her sainted brow,
I knelt to pray beside her bier,
cannot mourn her now.
Again the rose wreath on her head,
Again there fell that veil's soft fall,
Again that robe, but on the dead,
Again shone the light, but o'er the pall.
was indeed a spirit,
the bier she lay,
She fled from earth, but to inherit,
land of everlasting day.
They told when the eve drew nigh,
wilt not die, life will be given,"
"Oh! no," she cried, "I want to die,
want to go to Heaven!"
God heard that prayer, she hath gained the eternal goal,
is the silver cord, broken the golden bowl.
where are all thy hopes of joy?
are those love bright dreams?
The past hath borne them to destroy,
drown them in Phlegethon's streams,
Oh, Mother, what is now thy heart?
is thy life to thee?
God willed it thus, Oh! bear thy part,
thy angel's spirit is free!
Yes, free to soar in eternal flight,
to scorn this sod,
Free, to live in eternal light,
to worship God!
'ere you met ye parted,
never on earth,
Shall see that mother brokenhearted,
child of her love and mirth.
To part, 'ere ye have met,
weep, 'ere ye have smiled,
To lose, when life seems brightest yet
mourn, an unknown child.
beam in deeper cast,
shadows, shade your eyes,
Oh! tears withheld, now fall ye fast,
heart, Oh! seek the skies,
That grief, should touch thee in thy joy,
That Death, should steal thy new found one,
raise thy heart where all is joy,
weep, God's Will be Done!
of Annie's friends
- MAY SHE REST IN PEACE -