Just like a rose in early spring,
That blooms and withers in a day;
So thou, poor fragile sickly thing,
Was early call'd away.

'Tis hard indeed to bid farewell
To one belov'd, so young and mild;
None but a parent's heart can tell
The love he bears his child.

We stood around thy dying bed,
We heard thee offer up a prayer
Unto thy Father God; who said,—
Come, and my kingdom share.

We know that thou art call'd away,
But, ah! 'tis hard with thee to part;
It breaks the tender ties that lay
Entwined around the heart.

'Twas in the budding time of life,
Ere crime had made its deadly stain,
Thou left a world of sin and strife,
In heaven above to reign.

A little while, then, Caroline,
In that bright world we'll meet again,
Where, like the sun, thou shalt outshine,
Among the holy train.