We mourn as we think of our darling sweet Cora
Whose bright smiling face no longer we see,
And list for her voice, when mingled to-gether
So full of glad notes and musical glee.

In the springtime for life she passed through the valley;
Sweet rose-bud just opening to womanhoods bloom
Cut down by the wayside, where fond hopes were springtime,
And robed in her beauty was born the tomb.

Now closed are those eyes, once so midland so gentle.
that from once so perfect and active is still;
Her words full of meaning and lifty expression.
Are hushed, and the cup of our bitterness is filed.

We fondly had hoped the tyrant affiction
Would pause in his work, and her goodness revere.
But his cold icy hands grasped tighter than ever
the prize he had won for the cold silent bier.

Oh! Death thou dark demon, how durst thou thus enter.
The home of out pleasures, and rob from our fold
That bright gem of wealth, the richest and rarest,
And wring from out hearts bitter sorrows untold.

But bark! there’s a voice from the region eternal,
Tis the breath of her spirit floats out on the air
saying, weep not for me; I’ve crossed the dark river
to the home of the soul, free from trouble and care

Bright angels of light on their beautiful pinions
Bore me safe to this land where no sorrows are known.
My brow they adorned with a crown that’s immortal.
and Jesus my savior has welcomed me home

Dear parents and friends will you come to this haven,
And roam the green fields in these regions above,
And join in the songs of the ransomed in glory
And dwell on the theme of Christ’s wonderful love?

Then follow the Savior to sovereign of nations.
Be guided by Him, He only can save,
He passed through the portals of death to redeem you,
Stripped the veil from the monster and sweetened the grave.

Be led by His precepts: He’ll guide you in safety
From life’s stormy scenes to the great ever more,
And we’ll wait by the river in white robes to meet you.
And welcome you home to the beautiful shore.

-Mrs. M. E. Bowker
December 6th, 1885