The Day She Left

We watched her suffer, day by day;
It caused us bitter grief;
To see her slowly pine away;
And could not give relief.
Her weary hours and days of pain;
Her troubled nights are past;
And in our aching hearts we know;
She has found sweet rest at last.
'Tis sweet to know we will meet again;
Where parting is no more;
And my dear wife I loved so well;
Has only gone before.
God knows how much I miss her;
He counts the tears I shed;
And whispers, "Hush, she only sleeps;
Your wife is not dead."
Some day, some time, my years shall see;
The face I loved so well.
Some day, some time, her hand I'll clasp;
And never say farewell.

The pearly gates were opened;
A gentle voice said "Come,"
And with farewells unspoken;
She gently entered home.
Her smiling way and pleasant face;
Are a pleasure to recall;
She had a kindly word for each;
And died beloved by all.
Some day we hope to meet her;
Some day, we know not when;
To clasp her hand in the better land;
Never to part again.