Lines suggested on reading the sudden Death of Miss P. A. P.

MOURN not for your loved one,Her spirit will live;Not the gem but the casketTo earth you must give—Ere the rose-leaves had fadedFrom her spirit's young dream;Her virtues, so spotless,In Heaven will beam.

Weep not for your loved one,She's gone to her rest;Lay flowers, sweet flowers,On her innocent breast;For seraphs are keepingTheir watch o'er her now—I see their smiles playingOn her sinless young brow.

And you, stricken school-mates,While bending in prayer,Though her presence has left you,Her spirit's still there;Her voice, though, no moreShall be blended with thine,—Prepare now to meet her,For you know not the time.

Weep not for your loved one,You'll soon meet again;She passed through the valeWithout sorrow or pain:Then lift up your voices,Bend not to the blow,The Saviour can healAll your bleeding hearts now.