To my Dear Friend Hannah
Dearest Hannah! cease to weep;
Banish sorrow from thy breast;
Sarah's in that happy sleep,
Where no trouble can molest.
Tho' to you she lives no more,
She has reached that happy shore,
Where in harmony and peace,
Where in joys that never cease,
Where in ever blooming youth,
She'll meet the blest reward of piety and truth.
Cease, then cease the falling tear,
O restrain the heaving sigh:
If the blest reward's so near,
Think 'tis happiness to die.
Sarah dead and mourned by you,
Glorious objects has in view!
She's in Heaven among the blest,
Safe from harm; her mind at rest,
She now seems to say to thee,
O quit that mortal frame and dwell with saints & me.
From your Friend
signed "Caroline B. Denise / Providence June 19th 1843"
