Many years his strong arm had support been to thee,
The friend of thy youth, thy kind husband was he.
He’s ever been with thee in weal and in woe,
But the time’s just at hand when he too must go.
The bolt fell not single, it pierced the slight form
Of a child, too fragile to weather the storm;
The summons that took her dear father away
Seemed her young heart to break, she could not here stay,
And now in deep slumber they side by side lay.
I have felt, my dear friend, as I’ve witnessed thy grief,