I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay And pensively stood by his tomb When in a low whisper I heard something say How sweetly I sleep here alone 
The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar And gathering storms may arise But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul The tears are all wiped from my eyes 
The cause of my Master compelled me from home No kindred or relative nigh I met the contingent and sank to the tomb My soul flew to mansions on high 
Go tell my companions and children most dear To weep not for me now I’m gone The same hand that led me through scenes most severe Has kindly assisted me home 
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