A Poem by Alfred Major Lowe

Date: [unknown] [unknown]
Location: 'The Willow's near Locksley, New South Wales, Australia

Following the passing of Georgina Lowe (nee Clark) a poem written and signed A.L. (Alfred Lowe) her bereaved husband, who obviously loved her dearly and was feeling his loss -

In Memorium -

'G. L. Died in her 30th year'

Now clothed in her robes of whitten
She walks by the glassy sea,
And her tuneful voice upraiseth,
In hymm of victory.

She has triumphed o’er death’s dark waters
, Fierce did the billow roll,
But the faith of her loving saviour,
Was the strength of her fearless soul.

Loving and sad hearts near her,
Wept as she passed away,
But ne’er did her gentle spirit,
Utter one word to stay.

While we felt at the portal heaven,
A tiny angel form,
Was waiting to bid her welcome,
To the joy of her father’s home.

We laid our cherished darling
To sleep in the kind earth’s breast,
Where the angels of God shal guard her,
And watch o’er her peaceful rest.

The gift dear Lord thou gavest,
In love hast thou called away,
From this vale of mist and shadow,
To the light of perfect day.

Her bliss no words can picture,
The calm of her full deep rest,
The rays of life’s stormy conflict
Thus laid on her saviour’s breast.

No pain, no toll, no turmoil,
No pang or sigh of care,
No blight of sin or sorrow,
Can ever reach her there.

Dear Lord unto thou we yield her,
Tho’ the lonely aching heart
Hath well nigh sunk in its anguish,
From the light of its life to part.

But we thou will uphold us,
Wilt guide our faltering feet,
To that shore where life’s crystal waters,
And time’s flowing currents meet.

Yes, with thee Lord we leave our darling,
Safe in the arms of love,
Waiting the joyous morning,
When we shall meet above.

July 1881
A.L.