Sister, when at the grassy mound I stand 
Which holds in cold embrace thy mortal frame, 
The tears unbidden rush into my mortal eyes 
And wash away from me all save the sight 
Of thy pure life and patient suffering. 
And ever and anon comes memory 
Of days gone by when health's bright sun did shine 
Upon us both. And tho within the Cloud 
I stand, content I am to think of thee 
And live as best I may, till by thy side 
In God's own time, I lay me down to rest.