Sweet star, of seraph brightness, <br />That for a transient day <br />Shed o'er our souls such lightness, <br />And then withdrew the ray! <br />O, with immortal lustre <br />Thou 'rt sparkling brightly now <br />Amid the gems that cluster <br />Around Jehovah's brow! <br /> <br />Yet many hearts are keeping <br />Lone vigils o'er thy grave, <br />Where all the hopes are sleeping <br />Which thy young promise gave. <br />The sleep which knows no waking <br />Hath closed thy sweet blue eyes, <br />And while our hearts are breaking <br />We glance toward the skies. <br /> <br />Ah! there a hope is given <br />That bids us dry the tear; <br />That bright star in the heaven, <br />With beams so wondrous clear;-- <br />'Tis Ellen's 'distant Aidenn,' <br />Far in the realms above, <br />And those clear rays are laden <br />With her pure spirit's love.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ellen-3/
