Show for the valley talky tan the Orph orphans aias Laiti lament erit not because my lot is low the teardrop tear drop dims my eye not for wealth nor pomp or power my heart has learned to sigh all pleasures fled with w ith years ears long past to sorrow now im w wed ed for all who ho loved me here on earth are slumbering with the dead alone alone I 1 am alone no brother sister dear this solitude this weary life with their bright smiles to cheer no ido loving hand on earth there is to bind my aching head for all who loved me here below are slumbering with the dead ive wandered over many a land trudged many a weary mile and never in in my u wanderings a ader met with loves sunny smile from hearts harts that beat with love for me the hie vital spark has fled they moulder in the silent tombs tomb beside their kindred dead then think not itis because im poor that I 1 thus sadly mourn for the frands who left this thia world left me here all alone the grass grows green the flowers bloom upon each silent bed of those I 1 loved in in life so BO well and mourn their loss now dead my father mother brothers too my sister fair and kind dropped one by one in in deaths cold arms but live still in in my mind my tears will never cease to flow till life away has fled then lay jay me down in in deaths cold sleep P beside my kindred dead and there ill rest in sweet repose no io one to mourn or weep IV when hen I 1 am gone go e no stone will mark the spot wherein I 1 sleep but worldly Y cares cant enter there cant penetrate the sod death has no terrors for me more my trust is placed on god K R C IV V CAMP FLOYD U T may alay 10 5 |