From the Sabbath Recorder, Alfred, New York, July 1856:
In Rushford, N. Y., on the 25 ult., (of last month) after an illness of eight weeks, FLORETTE W., daughter of Ira and Serena C. Sayles, aged 8 years, 8 months and 19 days. A few days before her departure, while in her father’s arms, she told him she was not afraid to die and be with Christ. She also assured her mother, during her last hours of consciousness, of the same confidence. She moreover reproved her mother for weeping, saying, “It can do no good.”
In grief we lay our daughter down To sleep the sleep that knows no waking' In faith, we look beyond the tomb-- We see the glorious morning breaking, Brightly dawning through the gloom: We see, by faith, her spirit come, Midst the joyous angel throng, To proclaim their Jesus King-- King o'er heaven and earth most glorious-- King o'er death, and the grave victorious-- King omnipotent to save All who put their trust in him. Then where's thy victory, boasting grave? O death! where is thy venomed sting? Then triumph! triumph, weeping mother! Triumph, little trusting brother! Triumph, father, in thy faith! Jesus hath won life from death!
Obituary accessed with the help of the Seventh Day Baptist Historical Society.
Poem is not attributed to any person, though I suspect that Ira Sayles is the author.