I shall not feel thy love, and if I should,
'Twould make me sad to see you weeping there;
As thou dost love me, seek and cheer the hearts
That find life's road a sad and lonesome way;
My dying wish, yes children, my command,
Is that you love—yes, love—each oth—er here."
He breathes no more.
The last sad rites performed,
The hearts bereaved return with saddened step
And enters once again upon life's tasks.