A THOUGHT
WERE I to kill the flesh
To set my spirit free,
Think'st thou, that ne'er in Heaven
A place for me would be?
To set my spirit free,
Think'st thou, that ne'er in Heaven
A place for me would be?
Would God be so unkind
Ne'er to forgive the deed,
If I my tortured soul
From earthly clay had freed?
Ne'er to forgive the deed,
If I my tortured soul
From earthly clay had freed?
A REQUEST
WHEN I am dead and gone,
Let there be no song,
No flowers, pure and white,
Or Vigils kept at night,
When I am dead and gone.
Let there be no song,
No flowers, pure and white,
Or Vigils kept at night,
When I am dead and gone.
Weep not, at my lone bier,
E'en you, who hold me dear,
Deem me at last blest
To find the sleep of rest,
When I am dead and gone.
E'en you, who hold me dear,
Deem me at last blest
To find the sleep of rest,
When I am dead and gone.
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