Here you will find the Poem Ellen of poet Frances Ellen Watkins
Sweet star, of seraph brightness, That for a transient day Shed o'er our souls such lightness, And then withdrew the ray! O, with immortal lustre Thou 'rt sparkling brightly now Amid the gems that cluster Around Jehovah's brow! Yet many hearts are keeping Lone vigils o'er thy grave, Where all the hopes are sleeping Which thy young promise gave. The sleep which knows no waking Hath closed thy sweet blue eyes, And while our hearts are breaking We glance toward the skies. Ah! there a hope is given That bids us dry the tear; That bright star in the heaven, With beams so wondrous clear;-- 'Tis Ellen's 'distant Aidenn,' Far in the realms above, And those clear rays are laden With her pure spirit's love.