L I N E S Composed on the death of ROBT. N. WILKINSON, aged 15 years; and GEORGE ASHWORTH, aged 18 years, who were drowned whilst bathing in Lake Haweswater, July 10th, 1874. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Death round our daily path does tend, He calls us day by day; E'er the child its feet can bend, Suddenly is snatched away. The aged on the brink does stand Fearless without dismay; Soon he hears the dread command, The summons must obey. The youth just blushing into bloom, O, what a lovely sight; But lo, he's numbered in the tomb, Cut off in all his might. We little thought when we arose Upon that fatal morn, That death around us soon would close, And lifeless corpse be borne. With cheerful hearts our feet were bent Towards the lake to bathe, But little dreaming as we went To meet a watery grave. "O mother !" was the dismal cry, "No more I'll see your face, Death now on me is drawing nigh, No more I'll you embrace." "My sisters you will grieve for me, But drop a silent tear; My brothers here no more I'll see, Those whom I loved so dear." "But do not mourn no more for me, O mother cease to greet, In heaven I hope you soon to see, At Jesus' feet to meet." Crosby Ravensworth J. D. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~