And there he laid Sister CarolineOn the loving breast of Jesus.
And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,And he smoothed the furrows from her face,And the angels sang a little song,And Jesus rocked her in his arms,And kept a-saying: Take your restTake your rest, take your rest.
Weep not—weep not,She is not dead;She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
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