TO A SISTER, IN THE REPOSE OF DEATH.

Sleep on, sweet sister! holy joy Sits on thy placid brow; No sudden anguish can destroy Thy peaceful slumbers now. Sleep on—sleep on—and I will pray That I may rest like thee, When comes the pris’ner’s ransom day, My life’s great jubilee! Sleep on! ’tis long since thou hast known A sweet release from pain; Dear angel, bowing near the throne! Thou canst not weep again! Sleep on—sleep on—thy work is done! I must not mourn for thee! I wish thee joy, thou ransom’d one! Thou hast thy liberty!