We never hoped to keep her long.
When but a fairy child with dancing
step and bird like song, and eyes that
only smile. A something shadowy
and frail was even in her mirth. She
took a flower, that one rough gale.
Might bear away from earth.
She is not dead the child of our
affection. But gone unto that school
where she no longer needed our poor
protection. And Christ himself doth rule.
He was a man. Diligent in business,
fervent in spirit, serving the Lord.
Father into my hands.
I commend my spirit.
To the Doctor. His daily prayer, far
better understood, in acts that words
was simply doing good.
I shall meet my loved ones in Heaven.
Their good works follow them .
On my last hour, by Heaven so be
kind to me. I ask no more this
to die like thee.
Once we loved has left our number
for the dark and silent tomb. Closed
her eyes in deaths cold slumber. Faded
in her early bloom.
- Elizabeth Sloths died April 8, 1859
Age 19 years old
