by: James Aldrich (1810-1856)
- ER suffering
ended with the day,
- Yet lived she at its close,
- And breathed the long, long night away,
- In statue-like repose.
- But when the sun in all his state
- Illumed the eastern skies,
- She passed through Glory's morning gate
- And walked in Paradise.
POEMS BY JAMES ALDRICH
"A Death-Bed" is reprinted
from The Little Book of American Poets: 1787-1900. Ed.
Jessie B. Rittenhouse. Cambridge: Riverside Press, 1915.