And all wept and bewailed her: but He said, weep not; she is not br dead, but sleepeth. br br -Luke 8:52. br br Oh true, 'she is not dead, but sleepeth-' br Her dust alone is here; br The spirit pure that Heavenward leapeth, br Hath gone to bliss fore'er. br br 'Twas but a fragile flower that lent br Its sweets to earth a day; br From Heaven's parterre 'twas kindly sent, br But 'twas not here to stay. br br Weep not, fond mother, that lost one; br 'Tis clasped in angel's arms- br From earth's dread trials passed and gone, br 'Tis decked in seraph's charms. br br See how it beckons thee to come, br And taste its rapture there;- br No longer linger o'er that tomb- br To join it let's prepare.