E.A.S.

My Sister-Spirit, given to me
To love me with an angel's love,
Whom I no more on earth shall see,
I claim thee, in thy house above!

Our love had roots beyond the earth,
Though planted by one roof-tree here;
Where now thou art it had its birth, —
Beside Life's River, cool and clear.

And by its fragrance in my heart —
The breath an immortal flower —
I know we are not far apart;
So life grows sweeter, hour by hour.

God gives to us the Love He is:
No spray of this true Vine can die:
Loving as He loves, we are His;
This is our immortality. —

Dear Saviour-Friend, Immanuel,
In whom all other friends we find,
With us as with our angels dwell,
Nor let them leave us far behind!

So well she knew Thy Face Divine,
We felt her life Thy Presence prove:
O hide our lives with hers, in Thine!
For Thou art Heaven, since Thou art Love!