Who was our all, is murdered.

"Deep in his grave, oh! I could rest,

There would my cares and sorrows cease;

With him I should—I should be blest!

O with him I should be at peace!

"Come death relieve me of my woe!

Come bid my sleepless eyelids close!

O gladly to his grave I'd go,

And share with him his cold repose!

"Why dost thou smile? my darling child!