AVAUNT! YE TEARS.
Avaunt! ye tears, ’tis not the soul
That crumbles ’neath the grassy sod.
Now dost thou learn how vain to weep,
When death means, “God”?
Avaunt! ye tears, ’tis not the soul
That crumbles ’neath the grassy sod.
Now dost thou learn how vain to weep,
When death means, “God”?