No harrowing fears I do not dare to speak;

No last adieu to chill my sinking heart,

And whisper me the hour has come—to part!

No sad preparings for the silent grave;

No dark funereal group where willows wave;

No deep distress to bow my fainting head;

No sorrow’s anniversary to dread!

Come—blissful hour! when all have pass’d away—

Those “former things” that darken’d life’s sad day,

And safely housed shall all my loved ones be,