San Andreas independent., 1857-08-15
Written for the San Andreas independently
In Memoriam.

And has she gone: departed spirit! faretheewell
High, to srpernal mansions hast thon fiown
Willie on thy ear strains of sweet music swell:
Thou too, dost breathe with them til ang lic tone
Fain would we bring to lay upon thy urn
Some passing tribute, that would meet appear
Some tLat would tell how does thine image burn
Upon our hearts. We bring a silent tear!
The grief that touched hearts and filled with gloom
Not yet assuaged as thy cofined form
We heard the dull clay fall-and knew the tomb
Claimed thee, the beautiful does yet recall
That Offering, though it may seem but small,
Yet still to Love and Friendship It's most d>ar-
Dcarer far tl.an words unmeaning, or all
The world can give without Il heart sincere.
Hoverng round me seems thy spirit now,
And thy bright form seems rising to my sight;
almost thy mild angelic brow
Enveloped as thou art in living hight;
almost hear thee as from thy swelling string
Thou 'wakenest praises borne to us along;
Sounds of sweet melody, gushing seem to bring
Once more to view thy imag- with thy song.
Fair vert thou,-far auglt of earth can be-
And blossoming into loveliness and light;
Sweet was thy voice; its witching melody
Awakened feelings in souls of pure delight.
But what avard them all the tyrant came
And seized thee for its victim and away
Bore thy pure spirit, while still the flame
OF fell consumption glow'd and held its swayi
Oh t,iou inSatate monster; thou Of cold cold heart
With the lifc's blood of thousands art thou drunk
Tyraat, Consumption Great in spoils thou art,
Love, youth and beauty meath thy power lave sunk
The joyful and the gay,-tle loving and the blest,
With much of earthly blessing sink and fall
And tI,on.l ri
Thy victim darky DER him gloolns thy pail.
But still how fades the rose to spring again,
IAto still brighter loveatss and grace
How fades upon the ear loves witching strain,
To fall softly to the hearts embrace.
How fade the stars and darken into gloom
Just ere the morning bursts in glowing light,
So seemest thou; to usher to the tomb
Some who welcome thee to scenes more bright
So with Lizzie twas: Tho darkness lowered round
Thy dying bed and like the fading stars
Hopes faded one by one, as every sound
That broke from thy pure bosom seem'd to tear
Our souls with anguish. Yet did there awake
Upon thy sight, scenes of beauty to iume
Thy spirit-scenes which seem'd to break
The darkness and the horror of the tomb.
Oh. well do | remember how, when thy voice
as husled, almost III DEATH and heartfelt sighs
OF weeping friends were heard -thou to rejoice
Seem'st, and Glory beained brightly from Il inc eyes
Oh yes, see thee now, Il. with sunken check
Yet bcaming eye, and voice low but sweet,
Strive to raise thy form II hear thee speak:
ANNA wilt thou not in Heaven ME meet 2"
Though years have passed since then, through scene
I've passed,
Which little | thought then, for then dwelt
Beneath thy lallow d influence, wi ich ever cast
a spell upon me, rs with thee have knelt-
Yet still thy dying breath sounds in my ear,
And thy pure spirit is to my dreams given,
Beck'Eing upward does it oft appear,
And whispers to my soul, % Meet me il Heaven
SAN ANDREAs August, 1871. ANNA.