connection with her comparatively early death, there is a touching
interest attached to some of her poems, such, especially, as "The
Parting Soul to her Guardian Angel" and "The Voices of the Death
Chamber." In the former she says:

"Thy soft-breathed hopes with magic might
Have chased from my soul the shades of night.
Console the dear ones I part from now,
Who hang o'er my couch with pallid brow;
Tell them, we'll meet in yon shining sky,
And, Angel Guardian, I now can die."

And in the latter, which has all the vividness of an actual
death-scene, as the husband and children from whom she must part
are kneeling by the bed-side, the sufferer says:

"Oh! if earthly love could conquer
The mighty power of death,
_His_ love would stay the current
Of my failing strength and breath;
And that voice whose loving fondness
Has been my earthly stay
Could half tempt me from the voices
That are calling me away."

But at last they come nearer and sound louder, till they "drown
all sounds of mortal birth," and "in their wild triumphal
sweetness," lure her away from earth to Heaven.