Then it leaves my mind
So roamsome and blue,
For there’s my love
In memory of you.
In the heart of these roses
With their petals so gay
Is my love most tender,
With each breath they’ll spray.
Here’s solemn hopes
With love so true,
May these roses touch your heart
Through and through.
And when their petals wither
To blow on the breeze,
Remember love is deeper
Than any place in the seas.
A DIFFERENCE
We are strong in some things
And weak in another;
We are not all alike,
There is a difference in brothers.
MILDRED AND MARIE
The night was still,
No sounds could be heard,
But soon came voices
Sweet as a bird.
I arose from my bed
To find who it could be.
’Twas my deceased sisters,
Mildred and Marie.
Oh! how beautiful
Was their golden wings,
With music in their voices
That the living can’t sing.