THE OCEAN BURIAL.
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And the maiden seemed content When she told her she must die.
"Mother, I had thought my tomb Near our own loved home should be;Where the violets would bloom In their beauty over me.Now I hear my Father call From his mansions in the sky,And I care not what befall,— Care not though I here must die.
"So when my cold form they lay 'Neath the ocean wave to rest,Let not one regret, I pray, Find a place within thy breast.Angel eyes are watching me, Angel music greets my earJesus, He will comfort thee; Death's dark vale I do not fear.
"No, oh, no! e'en though the sea O'er this cold, frail form may foam,From all care and sorrow free, I shall rest secure at home."While the mother watched her child, Came the messenger of Death;Closed the maiden's blue eye mild, Breathed on her his icy breath.
