Stand beside the grave where my only friend is laid, and
Learn how quickly mortals fade, how the fairest flower must droop, how the strongest form must stoop,
Learn ... that we are but dust and clay, the short liv'd creatures of a day. Yet do not sigh for there is a clime,
Where they will dwell through endless time,
Who here on earth their Maker serve, and never from her precepts swerve.
The grave to her is but a road,
That leads her to that blest abode.
Wait me there my only dear, for now my eyes full of tears.
Goodbye my love.
Monday, November 14, 2016
Learn how quickly mortals fade, how the fairest flower must droop, how the strongest form must stoop,
Learn ... that we are but dust and clay, the short liv'd creatures of a day. Yet do not sigh for there is a clime,
Where they will dwell through endless time,
Who here on earth their Maker serve, and never from her precepts swerve.
The grave to her is but a road,
That leads her to that blest abode.
Wait me there my only dear, for now my eyes full of tears.
Goodbye my love.
Monday, November 14, 2016