Sleep lovely youth of infant years,
That form so charming to our view,
From our embrace is torn.
Thine infant prattle oft had cheered
A mother’s happy home;
Thy riper age in hope appeared,
That age can never come.
The hope of future years thou wast,
A father’s joy and pride;
The idol of his heart – sweet child,
Would that thou had’st not died.
Oft have they watched thy growing charms,
Thy mind’s expanding grace –
The sweetness of thy smiles had won,
What time could ne’er erase.
The deep affection of their hearts;
Love of the purest cast,
The anxious care of sleepless nights,
The soul’s eternal fate;
Yet none of these could e’er avert
Death’s arrow from its mark;
The summons came – disease was there,
To quench the vital spark.
Angelic form! Human, divine!
Thy spirit has winged its flight.
Now robbed in righteousness alone,
It sheds ethereal light.
Bles’d spirit we would not call thee hence,
To thee we fain would go –
Our Father’s there – our Saviour too, --
How mournful all below.
Our Father did we say was there?
To us, is ‘the promise’ good?
Our Saviour too! These souls of ours--
Have they been washed in blood?
They were purchased by the Son of God:
Lord seal them with Thy blood;
Let justifying faith be ours –
And fill our hearts with love.
Fill these our mourning hearts with peace,
Shed on them healing grace.
Give us Thy Spirit for our guide,
Grant we may see Thy face.
And when from earth Thou us remove,
Be heaven our destined home,
Where sin and sorrow ever cease,
And death can never come.
In that blest region of the skies,
We’ll join angelic lays,
We’ll spend eternity home,
In chanting Heavenly praise.
History of this poem
This poem is from the journal of Maria Gilbert Webber, the mother of Samuel Gilbert Webber who was a Civil War Union Navy assistant surgeon. A friend of mine bought a collection of Samuel Webber’s Civil War letters which also had the journal among the items. He gave the journal to me as a Christmas gift in 1996 because he thought it would give me a resource in exploring thoughts and attitudes about life and faith prior to the Civil War. I had no idea then that a poem written so long ago would be an encouragement to my family in our time of loss of a child.
“Samuel Gilbert Webber was born July 24, 1838 in Boston, Massachusetts, son of Aaron D. and Maria (Gilbert) Webber. He graduated from Harvard with a bachelor's degree in 1860. Webber joined the Union navy in 1862 as an assistant surgeon. He served on board the receiving ship Ohio in 1862 and then on Rhode Island in December 1862. He later served aboard the ironclad Nahant. In February 1864 he was again on board the Rhode Island. He was on board while Rhode Island was towing US Steam Battery Monitor toward Wilmington, NC, a voyage that was interrupted by the sinking of the ironclad. He married Nancy Pope Sturtevant in 1864 and mustered out of the Navy a year later. Harvard awarded Webber his medical degree in 1865; his experience in the Navy took the place of actual classes. He continued study for two years in Vienna, Austria and returned to Boston. Webber served in various hospitals, clinics and medical schools in the Boston area and lived in Boston suburbs. He was appointed member of the first faculty of the Tufts College Medical School, and finally retired from all appointments in 1917, at age 79. Webber died on December 5, 1926.” [quoted from the Mariner’s Museum & Park Letters Archival Collection]
The journal has on its first page a notation that Samuel Gilbert gave it to his daughter, Maria Gilbert on November 3, 1831 with this inscription "May you grow up in virtue and goodness, prove an ornament to society, and live to a good old age, is the prayer of your parents". Later in the journal is the notation that she at age 21 married Aaron D Webber at age 29 on Oct.29, 1835. Maria wrote on a variety of topics, some in poetic form, others in just regular script. She has entries on family relationships, hardships, prayer, faith in Christ, loss of loved ones, as well as some quotes from other people which she found inspirational and wanted to preserve for herself. She wrote poems celebrating the birth of her first child, a daughter named Maria, born on Oct.7th 1836 and then of Samuel (the Union Navy assistant surgeon) born July 24th, 1838.
Then comes the poem quoted above when her daughter dies of “dropsy on the brain” on March 14th 1840. There is also a second poem about her struggle with grief over the death of her daughter. Among later entries by her are ones about two other children who also died at young ages, one 3 days old and another a year and half old. Through all her experiences of sadness shines her faith in the Lord and His strength to help her walk through the valley of the shadow of death. Her son who did live to grow up, Samuel Gilbert Weber, learned from his mother a deep faith in Jesus as his letters show.
Encouragement to my family through Maria’s poem
When my son asked me to do the memorial service for my grandson, Jedidiah Josiah Rowe, who had died at birth, I remembered reading Maria’s poem years ago and wanted to use her words as a part of the message I would share. I had to hunt up the journal which the Lord was kind in helping me find. I read Maria’s’ poem at the beginning of the message. After the service I had several people mention that they found the poem helpful and encouraging in dealing with the loss of Jedidiah.
So the Lord used the grief mixed with faith of a woman from 178 years ago to help my family and friends as we faced a similar loss of a young child. God gave my family this providential gift of encouragement. Maria’s daughter and my grandson are both in heaven by the forgiving grace that comes through Jesus. Maria is with her daughter because as an adult she chose to put her faith in Jesus’ atoning sacrifice on the cross – His shed blood. My grandson is with his grandma, my wife Vicki who died in 2016 because she put her faith in Jesus. Someday because I trust in what Jesus did on the cross, I look forward to seeing my wife and my grandson at the tent in heaven. And I also look forward to meeting Maria Gilbert Webber, and thanking her for her gift to my family. Discovering her family story gave some aid and comfort to my family story. Who would imagine that exploring history would be so helpful?
“At the tent in heaven” is one of our family sayings. It originated from a post that I put up on Facebook shortly after my wife Vicki died. I said it would not surprise me if she had already setup just inside Heaven’s gate a tent where she was welcoming newcomers in with “Welcome Home! God’s love is free and so is this! Come on in and get something to eat and a nice cold cup of lemonade!” The reenactors who knew her and had often been to our tent at reenactments agreed. And among my grandkids the saying became “Can’t wait to see Grandma at the tent in Heaven.”
Well on the day that Jedidiah died we gathered as a family in the hospital room with many tears and hugs, trying to encourage each other. My eldest grandson Jonas, came over to me and gave me a hug and was crying. As I hugged him, I said “your brother is with Grandma at the tent in Heaven.” He looked up at me and exclaimed “Then he’s alright! She’ll take really good care of him!” I said “yes, she will teach him to make lemonade and serve goodies just like she taught you.” For Jonas it was a visual that gave him comfort that his young brother was OK, even as we grieved over our loss of Jedidiah.