In a little rosewood casket That is resting on the stand There’s a package of old letters Written by a cherished 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 
Come up closer to me sister Let me lean upon thy breast For the tide of life is ebbing And I fain would be at rest 
Bring the letters he has written He whose voice I’ve often heard Read them over love distinctly For I’ve cherished every word 
Tell him sister, when you see him That I never ceased to love That I dying prayed to meet him In the better world above 
Tell him that I was supported Ne’er a word of censure spoke But his silence and his absence This poor heart hath well nigh broke 
I am ready now my sister You may read the letters o’er I will listen to the words of Him who I shall see no more 
And e’er you shall have finished Should I calmly fall asleep Fall asleep in death and wake not Dearest sister do not weep 
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