From the writings of James BURRELL

Lines composed by Edward Bentley BURRELL, on the sudden death of his dear Mother, on the 2nd April 1879

Alas! Our dearest earthly friend is gone, without the slightest warning from us torn
Oh Mother! Could we once more hear thy voice, our deeply saddened hearts would then rejoice

But we shall never more behold her here, no more receive her loving words of cheer;
Those eyes, so often wet with tears for us, will never shed a tear of sorrow thus

A gap is made! and always will remain, for none on earth can fill that gap again
The cares of life that once disturbed her breast are gone for ever, for she's now at rest

She's crossed the sea of time, and reached that shore where sorrow, sin and death shall be no more:
And now in heaven she lives, a glorious saint, and sings the song of Grace without restraint

Full forty years she knew and loved the Lord, and helped to spread His wondrous Grace abroad
She bore the Cross, but now has laid it down, and in those glorious Mansions, wears a crown

Her day of care on earth is now complete, the night came on, she sweetly fell asleep
Her mortal body we shall no more see, for in the grave it rests from pain set free

In peaceful solitude her dust shall sleep, till Christ himself shall call her from the deep
Then, at his bidding she shall quickly rise, and join her happy spirit in the skies

In Heaven to spend a long eternal day, where radiant joy, and bliss can ne'er decay
One glorious Object there attracts her mind; in Him perpetual bliss she'll always find

We will not weep, for soon the time will come when we shall join her in that happy home;
Life's little day on earth will soon be passed, and we shall reach the Glory world at last

Note to James' granddaughter Beatrice - PS the above lines were written by your cousin 'Ted' who soon followed his dear Mother home  JB