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Ballads and Songs |
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2. Will you go and bring them, sister, And read them all tonight ?
I have often tried and could not, For the tears would blind my sight.
3. Come up close to me, sister, Let me lean upon your breast; For the tide of life is ebbing And I fain would be at rest.
4. Bring the letters he has written, He, whose voice I've often heard. Read them over, 1 love distinctly, For Fve cherished every word.
5. Tell him, sister, when you see him, That I never ceased to love,
That I, dying, prayed for him In the better world above.
6. Tell him that I was supported, Ne'er a word of censure spoke, But his silence and his absence, This poor heart have well nigh broke.
7. Tell him that I watched his coming, When the noon-tide sun was high, And when at eve the angels
Set their star-light in the sky.
8. But when 1 saw he came not, Tell him that I did not chide; But I spoke in love about him And I blessed him when I died.
9. And when in death's white garments You have wrapped my form around, And have lain me down in slumber, In the quiet church ground,
10. Place the letters and the picture Close beside my pulseless heart; For we years have been together And in death we will not part. |
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