Meek spirit, who so early didst depart

spirit, who so early didst depart, Thou art at rest in Heaven! I linger here, And feed the lonely anguish of my heart; Thinking of all that made existence dear. All lost! If in this happy world above Remembrance of this mortal life endure, Thou wilt not then forget the perfect love Which still thou see'st in me.—O spirit pure! And if the irremediable grief, The woe, which never hopes on earth relief, May merit aught of thee; prefer thy prayer To God, who took thee early to his rest, That it may please him soon amid the blest To summon me, dear maid! to meet thee there.