Fold her hands upon her breast, And let her sweetly sleep. She has found a perfect rest, Beneath her winding sheet. Her weary limbs are now at rest, And free from toil and pain; Her weary soul from earth has left, But in Heaven lives again. Death has closed her mild blue eyes, That once was full of mirth, Her lovely form once full of life, Will now return to earth. Touch her gently, let her lie, This forsaken girl forlorn; Tears @3may@1 fall from strangers' eyes, O'er her silent form. She was a poor erring girl, A wanderer alone, Friends she had none in this world, Nor a place she could call home. She's found a home bright and fair In that world above, Angels dwell together there, In perfect peace and love, Place her gently in her grave, And let her sweetly sleep. Judge her not; for he who gave Her life, her soul will keep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HOHENLINDEN by THOMAS CAMPBELL MARRIAGE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE MARIPOSA LILY by INA DONNA COOLBRITH TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |