American Union

For the American Union.
Lines on the Death of Mrs. Lucy J. Stevenson.
Her solemn injunction to her friends will never be
forgotten.
"I WANT YOU TO MEET ME IN HEAVEN."
O why should we weep o'er the grave of the dead,
Or sigh as the soft winds at even?
Our sister hath left us, her spirit hath fled—
She whispers, "O meet me in heaven!"
The Sabbath had come as an emblem of rest—
The chain of affection was riven—
And Lucy now smiles where her sisters are blest
And whispers, "O meet me in heaven."
In circles of friendship to cheer us with song,
How kindly our loved one hath striven—
The praises of Jesus her voice shall prolong;
She whispers, "O meet me in heaven."
Her young life she gave to the service of God,
Her heart was a temple of love;
A Christian she lived, and the pathway she trod
Which leads to a mansion above.
The loveliest flower that blooms in the vale,
May fade in a day or an hour;
The form of the fairest will sicken and pale
When death but asserts its dread power.
Our Sister has left us, her record remains,
How kind the advice she hath given,
Her friends will remember those eloquent strains
As she whispered, "O meet me in heaven."
She seemed as inspired to retrospect life,
As soon from its shores she was driven;
She breathed in a whisper when parting from
strife,
"I want you to meet me in heaven."
O let me but die as our Sister hath died,
And feel that my sins are forgiven;
Let me whisper to those who stand by my side,
"I want you to meet me in heaven!"
Washington City, May 5, 1856,
D. C.