There was one, like a sister, they felt she was near,
With the ear of the spirit, her voice they could hear,
Saying, “Be of good cheer; the stream is not wide;
And the friend that you love, is here by your side.
Your dear one will come to this beautiful land,
But still you shall feel the soft touch of his hand.
In whispers of love, his voice you shall hear,
As he speaks to your spirits in tones sweet and clear.”
Now the breath of the sick one comes faintly and slow,
And they feel that their first-born, their darling must go.