On Mrs. Popkins

A Christian here her glorious journey ends,
Caught from her earthly to her heavenly friends
Mature for God below, her work fulfill'd,
Her prayers accepted, and her pardon seal'd.
The spotless soul, a native of the sky,
Has paid her visit, and return'd on high.

Mourner, to heaven thy earnest wishes breathe,
And live her life, that thou may'st die her death;
Silent and sad pass through this weeping vale.
With arms Divine the glorious throne assail;
Assured the crown of life shall then be given,
And God shall wipe away thy tears in heaven.