Description Annie A MacKenzie Matheson Collection

Addressed to Mrs J A Matheson, Plainfield, Pictou Co, Nova Scotia from Duluth, Minnesota, Nov 5, 7 pm, 1900

Edna, doesn't this make you think of the morning you and I went in to see "Mother Darling" when she just looked as if she were sleeping.

He who hath bent him o'er the dead - ere the first day of death is fled.

Before "Decays" effacing fingers - Have swept the lines where

beauty lingers

and marked the mild angelic air, 

The rapture of repose thats there

The fixed, yet tender traits that streak the langour of the placid cheek

and but for that sad shrouded eye, that fires not, weeps not, wins not now;

And but for that chill changeless brow, whose touch thrills with mortality,

And curdles to the gazers heart,

As if to him it could impart 

doom he dreads yets dwells upon;

Yes but for these and these alone -

some moments of one treacherous hour

He still might doubt the tyrants power

So fair, so calm, so  softly sealed

The first last look of death revealed

    Lovingly Annie A