Dear parents, check the flowing tear:
No longer weep for me;
What though the blow may be severe,
Remember, I am free.
Bright angels on the wings of love,
Came from the spirit land,
Inviting me to realms above,
To sit at God's right hand.
I enter on eternal life,
Amid the heavenly spheres,
Free from the world's vain sinful strife,
Free from its toils and cares.
Perennial flowers around me bloom
Whose beauties ne'er decay;
I sleep not in the silent tomb,
But live in endless day.
'Mid scenes of bliss I ever roam—
Then weep no more for me,
For, oh! I have a glorious home
And we shall meet again, oh, yes;
A few more years of pain,
Then we shall meet 'mid scenes of bliss,
And never part again. ORVILLE.
NAIL FACTORY, February 29.
Troy Daily Times. March 3, 1860: 3 col 6.