Mrs. Louise B. Weston + 

My Mother! With the angels now, + 

Life’s race completely run; + 

The Pilgrim’s cross is laid aside, + 

The Christian’s crown is won. + 

Full two-score years has thy frail bark + 

Relentlessly been driven, + 

Along the rugged shoals of time⁠— + 

Now safely moored in heaven. + 

Some vision bright of Eden’s land⁠— + 

Some glimpse from Nebo’s crest⁠— + 

So ravished thy enraptured soul, + 

Then panting for its rest, + 

That when the City bathed in gold + 

Full burst upon your sight, + 

You would not tarry with us more; + 

Your spirit took its flight. + 

My Mother, when life’s sands run low, + 

In love, in kindness come, + 

And take the spirit of thy child, + 

And bid her “welcome home.” + 