IN MEMORIAM.
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As seasons sadly come and go Throughout the slowly creeping years,God helps those aged hearts that mourn Above her dust with falling tears.
Back to her childhood's sunny home, Where lulling breezes softly play,She came and laid her weary head, Before her spirit passed away.The stars that smiled upon her birth Above her grave their watches keep,'Mid crumbling tombs where of her race Six generations calmly sleep.
The music-throated birds that swing Upon the swaying branches there,Will fling their songs of requiem Afloat upon the summer air;The flowers that she so loved in life Will bloom upon the fragrant sod;And softly whispering winds shall tell Of rest at last, and peace with God.
