Last Lines of Lydia Howard Sigourney
And Heaven's is joy.Bringeth us nigh.Ere an angel's praise she caught.He wounds to heal.Like thee to live; like thee to die.On yon celestial plain.Still, we bless Thee for their gain.Sweet words, to gird them on their way to thee.'T is well with both.That cannot die.The flowers that never fade.The voice of Faith can tell.They join our everlasting song.Thou meet'st thine own again.Time from Eternity.Went up with hallelujah.Where blossoms never fade.Where the beautiful cannot die!