Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone read more
And friends, dear friends,--when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And gone my bier ye come to weep,
Let One, most loving of you all,
Say, "Not a tear must o'er her fall;
He giveth His beloved sleep."
