Here lies a maiden spotless fair, Whose claim on life for many a year Seemed sure. But the grim Reaper smiled, And bending, claimed her for his child. So lovingly they made her bed. And tenderly these garlands spread, Bright emblems of a stricken flower, Now blooming in a sunnier bower.

And here an infant’s grave I see, Ere sin could stain its purity, It plumed its wings and upward soared, To live forever with its God. Though fair the earth, it would not stay, Much fairer still the land away. Restrain me not, for I would go Where crystal fountains endless flow.