Yes, She Is Gone

Yes

she is gone—yet do not thou

The good­ness of the Lord dis­trust;

But meek­ly to His wis­dom bow

Who lays thy loved one in the dust.

The form is there—but seek not there

The spir­it born for light and love;

Look up­ward—free from sin and care

It rests in joy with God above.

Through ma­ny check­ered scenes of life

Ye hand in hand have jour­neyed on;

For her the la­bor and the strife

Are o’er—the peace­ful goal is won.

The plea­sant voice and cheer­ing smile

Which oft have soothed thy ha­rassed mind

Are gone but for a lit­tle while

She hath not left thee far be­hind.

Then mourn not that an heir of grace

Has reached the goal of hope and faith

Press on­ward in the Christ­ian race

Brief is your part­ing now by death;

Soon thou too wilt be called to leave

This earth

where sad­ly thou dost roam;

Soon

joy­ful­ly wilt thou re­ceive

In Heav’n

her gen­tle Wel­come home.