The Gove book; history and genealogy of the American family of Gove, and notes of European Goves . heard sigh! Sing softly, spring-bird, for her sake; And thou not distant sea,Lapse lightly as if Jesus spake. And thou wert Galilee! For all her quiet life flowed onAs meadow streamlets flow, Where fresher green reveals aloneThe noiseless ways they go. From her loved place of prayer I seeThe plain-robed mourners pass, With slow feet treading reverentlyThe graveyards springing grass. Make room, O mourning ones, for me,Where, like the friends of Paul, That you no more her face shall seeYou sorrow m
The Gove book; history and genealogy of the American family of Gove, and notes of European Goves . heard sigh! Sing softly, spring-bird, for her sake; And thou not distant sea,Lapse lightly as if Jesus spake. And thou wert Galilee! For all her quiet life flowed onAs meadow streamlets flow, Where fresher green reveals aloneThe noiseless ways they go. From her loved place of prayer I seeThe plain-robed mourners pass, With slow feet treading reverentlyThe graveyards springing grass. Make room, O mourning ones, for me,Where, like the friends of Paul, That you no more her face shall seeYou sorrow most of all. Her path shall brighten more and more Unto the perfect day;She cannot fail of peace who bore Such peace with her away, O sweet, calm face that seemed to wearThe look of sins forgiven! O voice of prayer that seemed to bearOur own needs up to heaven! How reverent in our midst she stood,Or knelt in grateful praise! What grace of Christian womanhoodWas in her household ways! For still her holy living meant No duty left undone;The heavenly and the human blent Their kindred loves in en0 bJ o X THE GOVE BOOK I79 And if her life small leisure found For feasting ear and eye,And Pleasure, on her daily round. She passed unpausing by, Yet with her went a secret sense Of all things sweet and fair,And Beautys gracious providence Refreshed her unaware. She kept her line of rectitude With loves unconscious ease;Her kindly instincts understood All gentle courtesies. An inborn charm of graciousness Made sweet her smile and tone,And glorified her farm-wife dress With beauty not its own. The dear Lords best interpreters Are humble human souls;And Gospel of a life like hers Is more than books or scrolls. From scheme and creed the light goes out, The saintly fact survives;The blessed Master none can doubt Revealed in holy lives. Mr. Gove died at Seabrook Sept. 3, 1877, lacking twelve daysof being eighty-five, and he, too, was buried in the old graveyardat Seabrook village. Chil
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