Poems (Denver)/Asleep

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ASLEEP.
She has fallen into a deep slumber, so deep  That the voice of affection will break it no more; In vain do you linger, in vain do you weep, The struggle is past, and the parting is o'er; The sweet lute is shivered, and hushed is the lay, The flower is broken that knew not decay.
Death came on a sudden, and touched her young heart;  All the freshness of youth, all its beauty was there; And 'twas better her spirit from earth should depart,  Ere yet it bowed down to the phantom despair. ​She has passed to a slumber too deep for the breath, And the angel that watches her slumbers is death.
Then think of her not with so earthly a love,  As to wish her again in this dark world of care; The voice of her Father has called her above,  To a love more divine, to a kindred more fair; He will lift from the dust the sweet treasure he gave; He hath ransomed the spirit, now free, from the grave.

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