Well no matter that was only
The clay dress your loved one wore
God had robed her for an angel
She had need of this no more
Though the tears fell fast and faster
Yet you would not call me back
Nay be glad her feet no longer
Tread life's rough and thorny track
Yes be glad the father took her
Took her whilst her heart was pure
Oh be glad he did not leave her
All life's trials to endure
AC
(In a sprawling hand.)
Your friend has lost the Control I cannot say wether it will be possible to regain it now or no I find it hard work to get any hold at all.
AM
(Each letter distinct, as a child would print the alphabet.)
Chief there cant come any answer the magnetic current is broken for want of power we go now but will come in your own wigwam