LEE, TEMPERENCE P. Departed this life on the 15th inst., Temperence P. Lee, aged 14 years and 2 months, daughter of the late Elizabeth and Wm. Lee.
Sleep on sweetly, my sister, until the joyful sound is heard;
when the trumpet shall sound to wake the dead,
“Then burst the tomb in sweet surprise,
And meet your Saviour in the skies.”
Rest, sister, rest, thy spirit’s gone,
An angel’s hand conveyed thee home;
Oh, may thy body rest in peace,
And all thy sorrows ever cease.
I’ve gazed upon thy clay-cold face,
And tried some mark of life to trace,
O! speak, dear sister, once to me
Before thee lands on calvary.
My cup of sorrow’s running o’er,
And joys that were, shall be no more;
Then, sister, kindly bid me come;
And heaven shall be our lasting home.
We’ll join our friends who’ve gone before,
And all our trouble will be o’er;
A token of thy memory give,
And teach me rather die than live.
Make me feel and own his grace
Whose home’s a happy resting place;
Oh sister, how I think of thee,
Though thou art in eternity.
No, not while breath remains in me,
Will I cease to think of thee;
My memory on thy face shall dwell,
And breathe the sacred word – farewell.
Towsontown.
