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ON THE DEATH OF MY GRANDMOTHER
“Cui pudor et justitiæ soror
“Incorrupta fides nudaque veritas
“Quando ullum invenient parem?”
Horace.
“Incorrupta fides nudaque veritas
“Quando ullum invenient parem?”
Horace.
There on her bier she sleeps!
E'en yet her face its native sweetness keeps.
Ye need not mourn above that faded form,
Her soul defies the ravage of the worm;
Her better half has sought its heavenly rest,
Unstain'd, unharm'd, unfetter'd, unopprest;
And far above all worldly pain and woe,
She sees that God she almost saw below.
She trod the path of virtue from her birth,
And finds in Heaven what she sought on earth;
She wins the smile of her eternal King,
And sings His praise where kindred angels sing.
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How well they smooth'd the rugged path of Death!
She met his dread approach without alarm,
For Heaven in prospect makes the spirit calm.
In stedfast trust and Christian virtue strong,
Hope on her brow, and Jesus on her tongue;
Her faith, like Stephen's, soften'd her distress—
Scarce less her anguish, scarce her patience less!
C. T.
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