The voice of man, and beast, and bird,
Were hushed—save the deep drawn sigh,
And the feeble wail of the infant’s cry,
Soothed by the mother’s sobbing lullaby,
And bursts of grief from children seated nigh,
Waiting to see their father die.
Kindred and friends were there,
Gathered for prayer,
To soothe the suffering and the grief to share;
And Angel Bands were near,