MISS CAROLINE L. GRIFFIN,

The day returns, beloved friend

When in thy Mother's arms

Thou a fair gift from Heaven wert laid

In all thine infant charms,

That day, with cloudless sky returns,

But yet thou art not here

And from the smitten Mother's eye

Distils the mourner's tear.

The wondrous brightness of thy smile,

Thy tones of greeting kind,

The love of knowledge that inspired

Thy strong and ardent mind,

Thy pity for the suffering poor,

Thy patient zeal to teach

Their children, though in manners rude

And ignorant in speech,

And all thy many deeds and words

Of friendship's earnest part,

Are with a never-fading trace

Depictured on my heart.

But thou art with that Saviour dear

Who was thine early choice,

And mid thy blooming youth didst bend

A listener to His voice,

So thy firm faith without a fear

Launch'd forth on Jordan's wave

The victor-palm-branch in thy hand

That o'er stern Death He gave;

And may we meet, beloved friend

At God's appointed day

Where every care and pain of earth

Have fled like dreams away.