They kiss him once more ere his spirit takes flight;—
While his lips softly murmur, “dear mother, good night.
Good night my dear father, I go to my home—
The angels are waiting, they bid me to come.”
One sigh! all is over! the spirit is free!
The casket of clay, no more needed will be.
Compose the dear limbs! fold the hands o’er the breast!
His sufferings are ended! he’s gone to his rest!
No longer these parents their vigil need keep
By the side of their son, he has fallen asleep.