All wou'd not do, the fatal stroke death gave,
And now no mortal here her life can save.
Her husband then she call'd for out of hand,
Her weeping friends around her bed do stand;
Her husband came, she said to him, "My dear,
The time is short I have to tarry here.
"Be careful of my darling child, your son,
See that in virtuous paths he strives to run;
That I in Heaven may see him once again,
And there in endless joys with him remain.