BEYOND where billows roll or tempests vex <br />Is gone the gentlest of the gentle sex! <br />---Her brittle bark on life's wild ocean tost <br />Unequal to the conflict soon was lost. <br />Severe her sufferings! much, alas, she bore, <br />Then sunk beneath the storm & rose no more. <br />But when th' Archangel's awful trump shall sound <br />And vibrate life thro all the deep profound <br />Her renovated vessel will be seen, <br />Transcendant floating on the silver stream! <br />All beauteous to behold! serene she glides <br />Borne on by mildest & propitious tides; <br />While fanning zephyrs fill her snow white sails <br />And aid her passage with the friendliest gales <br />Till safe within the destin'd port of bliss <br />She furls her sails and moors in endless peace.<br /><br />Henry Livingston Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-memory-of-sarah-livingston/
