(Sympathy Funeral Poems)
She passed away like morning dew
before the sun was high ..
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
the meaning of a sigh.
As round the rose its soft perfume
sweet love around her floated ..
Admired she grew-while mortal doom
crept on, unfeared, unnoted.
Love was her guardian Angel here
but Love to Death resigned her ..
Though Love was kind, why should we fear
but holy Death is kinder?
– Hartley Coleridge