In Memoriam + 

Susan Eugenia Bennett + 

When the Sabbath was declining, just at twilight’s mystic hour, + 

Left the “Upper Courts” an angel, sent to cull our sweetest flower, + 

Not in judgment, not in anger, did this white-winged seraph come, + 

But to lead a little Pilgrim through Death’s Portal to her home. + 

And our angel child was ready, aye, and anxious to depart⁠— + 

Not the slightest doubt o’ershadowed her trusting little heart; + 

But with a brow as radiant as rainbow in the sky, + 

She whispered softly “Mother, I’m not afraid to die.” + 

When shall these little, weary limbs lie down to sweet repose, + 

’Mid the green, the verdant pastures where the limpid water flows; + 

When shall I the Golden City sparkling in its beauty see, + 

“When shall it be, my Saviour, O! when shall I be free?” + 

Ere the week-day with its labors, its duties and its care⁠— + 

Was ushered in, our darling was found on earth nowhere; + 

But with the saints in glory, and the Saviour she adored, + 

She’s happy and at rest, for aye and ever with the Lord. + 