Mary Weston Fordham

(1845-1905 / the United States)

Mrs. E. Cohrs Brown - Poem by Mary Weston Fordham

Tread not the earth where lies her youthful form,
Grow violets, sweet violets, above that cherished
mound;
Bid zephyrs softly whisper in accents sweet and low,
Not dead, not lost, but only gone a little while before.
So, I, though bowed in anguish, yield her spirit to its
God,
And meekly clasp the smiting hand, and kiss the
chast'ning rod;
May I, when time is over, greet thee on the other
shore,
To live and love for aye and aye, where partings are
no more.


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  • Susan Williams (10/9/2015 11:00:00 PM)


    Such an abiding faith even in sorrow (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 14, 2010



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