Asleep

She has fallen into a deep slumber, so deepThat the voice of affection will break it no more;In vain do you linger, in vain do you weep,The struggle is past, and the parting is o'er;The sweet lute is shivered, and hushed is the lay,The flower is broken that knew not decay.

Death came on a sudden, and touched her young heart;All the freshness of youth, all its beauty was there;And 'twas better her spirit from earth should depart,Ere yet it bowed down to the phantom despair.She has passed to a slumber too deep for the breath,And the angel that watches her slumbers is death.

Then think of her not with so earthly a love,As to wish her again in this dark world of care;The voice of her Father has called her above,To a love more divine, to a kindred more fair;He will lift from the dust the sweet treasure he gave;He hath ransomed the spirit, now free, from the grave.