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My joys on earth have vanish'd,—
 Every hope in lite has fled;
I am only calmly waiting
 To be number'd with the dead.

Then leave me to my sorrow,
 Till grief and troubles o'er,
I'll soon be safely landed
 On yon bright heavenly shore.

I oft hear Eddie calling
 In the stillness of the night;
I know my angel baby
 Will bear me from your sight.

And father, too, is waiting,
 And beckons me away;
I soon will be in heaven,
 In that bright world to stay.

A brother, too, is watching,
 To welcome me above;
Oh, who would not dwell forever
 In that atmosphere of love?

A mother now in heaven,
 Awaiting there for me;
I am longing for the angels
 To waft my soul to thee.