MRS. BENJAMIN HARRISON

Now utter calm and rest;

Hands folded o'er the breast

In peace the placidest,

All trials past;

All fever soothed — all pain

Annulled in heart and brain,

Never to vex again —

She sleeps at last.

She sleeps; but O most dear

And best beloved of her

Ye sleep not — nay, nor stir,

Save but to bow

The closer each to each,

With sobs and broken speech,

That all in vain beseech

Her answer now.

And lo! we weep with you,

One grief the wide world through:

Yet with the faith she knew

We see her still,

Even as here she stood —

All that was pure and good

And sweet in womanhood —

God's will her will.