In Memoriam, (M. C. F.)

Lay her down, the pure and holy;Lay her down, the meek and lowly,Underneath the sod.In her womanly completeness,In her spirit robe of sweetness,She has gone to God.

Tendril-like, her thoughts and feelings,In their silent, shy revealings,Twined around the cross;Incense-like, her prayers ascending,Sought thee, Mary Mother, bendingLow in gain or loss.

Fairest flowers shall bloom above her,Sweetest-throated birds shall hoverO'er her place of rest;While her body's guest, immortal,From beyond the heavenly portal,Shines among the blest!