Sister, thou wast mild and lovely,

Gentle as the summer breeze,

Pleasant as the air of evening,

When it floats among the trees.

2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber—

Peaceful in the grave so low:

Thou no more wilt join our number;

Thou no more our songs shalt know.

3 Dearest sister, thou hast left us;

Here thy loss we deeply feel;

But ’tis God that hath bereft us:

He can all our sorrows heal.

4 Yet again we hope to meet thee,

When the day of life is fled,

Then in heaven with joy to greet thee,

Where no farewell tear is shed.