Lines

Composed by Annie R. Smith, the day but one before her death.

Oh! shed not a tear o'er the spot where I sleep; For the living and not for the dead ye may weep; Why mourn for the weary who sweetly repose, Free in the grave from life's burden of woes?

I long now to rest in the lone, quiet tomb; For the footsteps of Jesus have lightened its gloom. I die in the hope of soon meeting again The friends that I love, with Him ever to reign.