Harriet Elisabeth Beecher Stowe (14 Jun 1811 – 01 Jul 1896 | Litchfield CT – Hartford CT) poet, author, abolitionist, social reformer.

Slow through the solemn air, in silence sailing, borne by mysterious angels, strong and fair,

she sleeps at last above this weary world of strife and care. We need that charmer, for our

hearts are sore with longing for the things that may not be – dark with distrust, or wrung

with agony. Knocking, knocking, ever knocking! You asked, dear friend, the other day, why

still my charmed ear rejoiceth in uncultured tone that old psalm tune to hear? The other

world lies around us like a cloud, a world we do not see, yet the sweet closing of an eye

may bring us there to be. O wondrous mother! since the dawn of time was ever love, was

ever grief, like thine? The inner voice, mid the mad whirl of life, its dim confusion, and its

jarring discords, breathes like music over troubled waters. What gentle voice speaks to

thee? That mystic word of thine, I breathe it back again in prayer to thee. Far down below

wild commotion, peaceful stillness reigneth evermore. Fulness of joy, forever and forever.

Stowe, Harriet Beecher. Religious Poems. Boston: Ticknow and Fields, 1867. https://archive.org/details/religiouspoems00stowrich/page/n41/mode/1up