SHE pass'd away like morning dew   Before the sun was high; So brief her time, she scarcely knew   The meaning of a sigh.

As round the rose its soft perfume,   Sweet love around her floated; Admired she grew—while mortal doom   Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted.

Love was her guardian Angel here,   But Love to Death resign'd her; Tho' Love was kind, why should we fear   But holy Death is kinder?