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5. And if ever you should see him, Who no more I'll ever see, Tell him of the sweetest solace His dear letters were to me.
6. Through the years that followed When he came not as he promised, I could not cast out sorrow
That my grief for him is done.
7. That I never ceased to love him, Nor doubt not that he loved me; That my faith with him was faithful And remained through all unknown.
8. Wh<*n I am dead and in my coffin And my shroud is round me wrapped And my narrow bed is ready
In the cold and silent ground,
9. Place the letters and his picture Both together upon my heart; And this little ring he gave me From my finger never part.
10. Now I'm ready, read the letters; His dear letters once again.
As I listen while you read them, I shall lose all signs of pain.
11. And if ere you have finished I shall ever fall asleep,
Fall asleep and wake now never, Dearest sister, do not weep. |
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"Rosewood Casket." Obtained from Mary Riddle, Black Mountain, North Carolina 1925.
1. In a little rosewood casket that is resting on the stand, Is a package of old letters written by a perished hand. Will you go and bring them, sister, and read them all tonight ? I have often tried but could not, for the tears would blind my sight. |
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