On the Decease of Mrs. Rosenhagen

Ah yes! the hour is come
When thou must hasten home,
Pure soul! to Him who calls.
The God who gave thee breath
Walks by the side of Heath,
And nought that step appals.
Health has forsaken thee;
Hope says thou soon shalt be
Where happier spirits dwell,
There where one loving word
Alone is never heard,
That loving word, farewell.