MAGGIE TO FRANK.
Come and meet me, little brother, Come and let me take your hand;Guide me through the darkened valley Leading to the better land.I can hear the angels calling Softly through the summer's breath;Sleep is sealing down my lashes With the icy kiss of death.Hasten, brother, close beside me, Hold my fingers tightly now,For the shadows fast are falling Chillingly upon my brow.
You have been for years in heaven, Living in the golden ray;You have crossed the starless river; Brother, dear, you know the way;And I tremble at the darkness Closing 'round me as I come;
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