Harwood, Ebenezer (fl. 1837-) Selected for the Afflicted

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Lines Selected for Miss Adline M Harwood
relative to the death of her twin Sister

Oh, how we grieved to bear away,
To the cold, silent tomb,
Her fair, her lovely sleeping clay,
In all its early bloom.
Keen was the pang that rent the breast;
Those scalding drops which fell,
Left half the anguish unexpressed,
For future tears to tell.

Faith, faith alone can lift the eye,
From off the lowly sod.
And bear the mourner's thoughts on high,
Near to the throne of God.
Where robed in white it sees [her stand,]
Hym[inserted: n]ing a seraph's lay,
The palm of victory in her hand,
Her tears all wiped away.

Then o'er her grave again we bend.
Again faith whispers near.
Look far away to the spirit land,
Tis only dust lies here.

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She sleeps in Jesus! Blessed rest!
Oh! calm and sweet repose
No care can reach the sleepers breast,
Nor shade of human woes.

Dear precious girl: though we must weep,
We dare not mourn for thee,
Thou dost so sweet in Jesus sleep,
From every sorrow free.

But gird us for the rugged way,
Where dearest ties are riven,
With hope and patience wait the day,
When we shall meet in heaven.

Axcept [sic] these lines from your friend and cousin,
and be as[inserted: s]ured that you have with them his heartfelt sympathy.
Yours truly, E. S. Chaffee