Then we’ll not mourn for the faded and gone!
Faded and gone are the ones that we cherished,
Fondly and true, in our bosoms of yore!
Slumbering buds may awake o’er the perished,
Their faded hearts shall unfold here no more!
Sweet is the music that Memory flings
O’er the oasis of Life’s early love,
Where flew the Angel on fluttering wings,
Bearing our lost through the starlight above;
Oh! there’s a land where the perished ones bloom,