Christian Worship On The Death Of A Female Scholar.

One sweet flower has drooped and faded,
One sweet infant’s voice has fled,
One fair brow the grave has shaded,
One dear school-mate now is dead.

But we feel no thought of sadness,
For our friend is happy now;
She has knelt in soul-felt gladness,
Where the blessed angels bow.

She has gone to heaven before us,
But she turns and waves her hand,
Pointing to the glories o’er us,
In that happy spirit-land.

God, our Father, watch above us,
Keep us all from danger free;
Do thou guard, and guide, and love us,
Till like her we go to thee.