Letitia Elizabeth Landon

“ THE DEATH OF MARGARET AUDELEY.
BY L. E. L.
The shadow of the yew-trees has left an open space;
The sunshine rests upon it as if it loved the place.
A growth of early primroses and green grass hides the tomb—
How can it be the place of death with all the spring in bloom!
And she who there is sleeping, how ever could she die!
So beautiful, so happy, death should have past her by.
But last week she was singing in the fulness of her mirth—
Can a place so soon be desolate as is her place of birth! ”

“ Yes, blessed are the youthful, who leave this mortal strand,
And come before their Maker as when they left his hand;
Who bring a life, as pure almost as when it first was given—
For of such is the kingdom, our Saviour said, of Heaven. ”