Lines from a dear friend.
Another hand is beckoning us,
Another call is given,
And glows once more with Angel steps,
The path that reaches Heaven.
There seems a shadow on the day,
Her smile no longer cheers;
A dimness on the stars of night,
Like eyes that look through tears.
Alone unto our Father’s will,
One thought hath reconciled, —
That He whose love exceeded ours,
Hath taken Home His child.
Fold her, O Father! in Thine arms,
And let her henceforth be
A messenger of love between
Our human hearts and Thee.
“You have our fullest loving sympathy — and we can join afar off in saving, ‘Thanks be to God for the one who was more than conqueror’.”