Just so the saints that droop and die,
When Gabriel's trump shall rend the sky,
Will leave the mould'ring tomb.

They'll leave this dull, this earthly sod,
And, in the garden of our God,
Bloom with celestial grace,
Where frost and mildew ne'er can blight;
There, all enraptured with delight,
God's wondrous works they'll trace.

FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 2: The Rose and Lilac trees, referred to above, were
planted by two youthful sisters a short time before their
death.]




LINES


Composed on the death of Mrs. Mary M. West, of Jay.

Dear Mary, while thou art in heaven, at rest,
We're mourning thy absence, bereft and depressed;
For thou wert so faithful, so winning and kind,
That our hearts' ev'ry fibre around thee entwined.