'For so He giveth His beloved sleep.' <br /> <br />She is not dead, but sleepeth;- <br />Ere long will the morning break, <br />When those we love who sleep in Him, <br />Shall from the dust awake. <br /> <br />She is not dead, but sleepeth;- <br />Soon, soon will the ransomed sing <br />O! grave, where is thy victory? <br />O! death, where is thy sting?<br /><br />Mary Weston Fordham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mrs-rebecca-weston/
