O bring a wreath of summer flow’rs,
And twine it lightly round her brow;
How calmly pass these holy hours
Mysterious death is with her now.

His icy breath is on her cheek,
His dew is freezing on her brow;
Her eyes no more earth’s shadows seek
Eternity’s before them now.

She sees a glittering angel band,
On downy pinions floating by,
To waft her to the spirit land,
Beyond the blue etherial sky.

And hears low music stealing by,
From golden harps the concert rings;
Earth mingles in the melody
That rises, to the King of kings.

“Husband, I know I’m dying now,
Life’s golden sands are waning fast;
Seal on my lips the parting kiss,
It is the last one yes, the last.

“Now bring to me our blue eyed boy,
I’d gaze upon his face once more;
May he, kept from earth’s alloy,
Meet me on yon blissful shore.”

“Mother, your love is pure and deep
I know the fount will never dry;
But in its onward current keep,
Through a long eternity.

“Sister, I’m passing to the tomb,
When life’s young morn is fair and bright;
And shrouded soon, my youthful bloom
Shall dreamless sleep in death’s dark night.

“Dark, did I say O, no, I see
The golden city full in view;
The pitying Saviour smiles on me,
And angel-bands conduct me through.

“Sweet as the carol of a bird,
Soft as the gentlest summer sigh,
When scarce one trembling leaf is stirr’d
My sinking pulses faint and die.”

And so death rested on her cheek,
Lingering in “strange beauty there;”
That seraph smile a rapture speaks
That earthly pleasures may not share.