I have claimed your pity, your prayers and tears
You will miss me when I am dead.

"How many a dreary night
You have watched by my couch of pain,
Till the streaming in of morning light--
You will never watch again.

"God taketh not all away
The bitter and sweet he blends,
And I bless his name by night and day
That he has not denied me friends.

"You have shared the heavy load,
Which alone I could not have borne;
I am going now to a bright abode,
But I leave you, alas! to mourn.

"You will miss me when I am gone,
As you never have missed before!
I have needed your arm to lean upon
But soon I shall need it no more.

"I lean on my Saviour's breast
In this hour of mortal pain;
Oh, strong are His arms! and sweet my rest!
Farewell! till we meet again."

The expected hour though long of coming arrived at last. As long as
she seemed to realize what was transpiring around her, and when too