Ne’er can brighten o’er us more,
Though I bow in meek submission
Yet my heart is sad and sore.
I have lost my life’s sweet treasure,
Earth holds nothing dear for me;
“Upward, onward,” be my motto,
Onward, upward, still to thee.
Hallie! be my guarding angel,
Teach my footsteps not to stray;
Spread your sainted wings above me,