The Grafted Bud + 

Life’s stormy surge had scarcely touched + 

Her blooming, beauteous brow, + 

When rudely torn from earthly bliss, + 

A budded, broken flower. + 

Methinks I see her brilliant eye, + 

When smiles played softly there, + 

As gentle as the summer’s breeze, + 

So radiant, sweet and clear. + 

But ah! frail nature gave away, + 

And she was doomed to die, + 

So young in years, so bright, so fair. + 

In the cold grave to lie. + 

So to the realms of light and life + 

Her uncaged spirit fled; + 

There to remain until the trump + 

Shall sound to wake the dead. + 

There with the Saviour she abides, + 

There tunes the sacred lyre, + 

Regardless of th’ impending day, + 

And dreading not its ire. + 