Mrs. E. Cohrs Brown + 

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. + 