Oh, when I found that Death had set His awful stamp on thee, Deserted on Life's stormy shore, I thought that Time could have in store Not one more shaft for me. ...
Fare thee well, fare thee well, for thy journey is o'er, And the place that has known thee, shall know thee no more; The eye that has seen thee, shall seek thee in vain,...
Gay visions for thee 'neath hope's pencil have glowed, Peace dwells in thy bosom, a guileless abode; Thou hast seen the bright side of existence alone, And believ'st every spirit as pure as thine own....