Four little chests all in a row,Dim with dust and worn by time:Four women, taught by weal and woeTo
Four little chests all in a row,Dim with dust and worn by time:Four women, taught by weal and woeTo love and labor in their prime;Four sisters parted for an hour,–None lost, one only gone before,Made by love’s immortal powerNearest and dearest evermore.Oh! when these hidden stores of oursLie open to the Father’s sight,May they be rich in golden hours,–Deeds that show fairer for the light,Deeds whose brave music long shall ringLike a spirit-stirring strain,Souls that shall gladly soar and singIn the long sunshine, after rain.— Little Women -- source link