MISS LAURA KINGSBURY,

Faithful and true in duty's sacred sphere,

How like the summer-lightning hath she fled!

One moment bending o'er the letter'd page,—

The next reposing with the silent dead.

No more by shaded lamp, or garden fair;—

Yet hath she left a living transcript here,

Yon helpless orphans will remember her,

And the young invalid she skilled to cheer;

And he who trusted in her from his birth,

As to a Mother's love,— and friends who saw

Her goodness seeking no applause from earth,

But ever steadfast to its heavenly law:

For she, like her of old, with listening ear

Sate at the Saviour's feet and won His plaudit dear.