John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892). The Poetical Works in Four Volumes. 1892.
Personal PoemsTo my Friend on the Death of his Sister
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May never know;
Yet, o’er the waters, O my stricken brother!
To thee I go.
Thy hand in mine;
With even the weakness of my soul upholding
The strength of thine.
I stood not by
When, in calm trust, the pure and tranquil-hearted
Lay down to die.
Must vainly fall:
The funeral bell which in thy heart is tolling,
Sounds over all!
And heartless phrase,
Nor wrong the memory of a sainted woman
With idle praise.
God’s angels come
Where, in the shadow of a great affliction,
The soul sits dumb!
Our Father’s will,
Calling to Him the dear one whom He loveth,
Is mercy still.
Hath evil wrought:
Her funeral anthem is a glad evangel,—
The good die not!
What He hath given;
They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly
As in His heaven.
She walketh yet;
Still with the baptism of thy self-denial
Her locks are wet.
Lie white in view!
She lives and loves thee, and the God thou servest
To both is true.
Thy call abide;
And she thou mourn’st, a pure and holy presence,
Shall glean beside!