CALM on the bosom of thy God, <br /> Fair spirit, rest thee now! <br />E'en while with ours thy footsteps trod, <br /> His seal was on thy brow. <br /> <br />Dust, to its narrow house beneath! <br /> Soul, to its place on high! <br />They that have seen thy look in death <br /> No more may fear to die.<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirge-5/