In its grandeur as of old;

’Tis a casket—lost, the jewel;

’Tis a mine without its gold.

Once a sunbeam at the doorway

Gilded room and gladdened hall;

Making life a golden summer,

Full of joy for each and all.

But the sunshine that has vanished

Ne’er can brighten o’er us more,

Though I bow in meek submission

Yet my heart is sad and sore.

I have lost my life’s sweet treasure,

Earth holds nothing dear for me;

“Upward, onward,” be my motto,

Onward, upward, still to thee.

Hallie! be my guarding angel,

Teach my footsteps not to stray;

Spread your sainted wings above me,

Lead me in “the narrow way,”

So that you can come and meet me—

Waft me heavenward on your breast,

“Where the wicked cease from troubling,

And the weary are at rest.”