O God thy Judgments unto sinfull eye Were greate, when I did see my Sister dye, Her last look was to heaven, from whence she came, And thither going, she was still the same, No Discomposure in her life or Death, She lived to pray, prayer was her last Breath: And when Deaths heavy hand had closed her eyes, Me thought the World gave up it's Ghost in Cryes: What ere relations choyce, or nature made Lost their best light, and being in that Shade; For none can give Example like her life, To Friendship, Kindred, Family, or wife. A greater Saint the Earth did never beare, She lived to love, and her last thought was care; Her new borne Child she asked for, which n'ere cryed, Fearing to know its end she Bowed, and Dyed: And her last Vale to Heaven appeared to all, How much she knew her Glory in the call. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 54 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK GEORGE WASHINGTON by LAURA REW BIXBY TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH OUR OLD VERMONT PARLOR-ROOM by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY ROUNDABOUTS AND SWINGS by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |