On the Death of my Dear Sister Eliza

If spotless innocence, and truth refin'd, With every virtue of the feeling mind; If these can raise to heaven's eternal sphere, Be comforted—Eliza's surely there. Oh, hark! I hear the immortal spirit sing: "I rise above on light ethereal wing; "Then weep no more; ah! cease those flowing tears, "No more Eliza death or sickness fears; "Earth and its fading pleasures far behind, “In heaven a happy, happy seat I find. "Mourn not for me—'tis you I mourn for now; "I soar on high, while you remain below. "In heaven we all at length shall meet again, "Where all is happiness, all free from pain. "Then weep no more; ah! cease those flowing tears; "No more my spirit death or sickness fears."