COMPOSED, AND DEDICATED TO MISSES HARRIET AND MARY HALSEY.
Of Blooming Grove, O. C., N. Y.,
BY MISS AGNES H. JONES.
Let my death-slumber be where a mother's prayer
And sister's tears can be blended there.
Oh, it will be sweet ere the heart's throb is o'er,
To know, when its fountain shall gush no more,
That those it so fondly has yearn'd for will come,
To plant the first wild-flower of spring on my tomb.
Let me lie where lov'd ones can weep over me—
Bury me not in the deep, deep sea!
And there is another, her tears would be shed
For him who lays far in an ocean bed;
In hours that it pains me to think of now,
She has twin'd these locks and kiss'd this brow—
In this hair she has wreathed shall the sea-snake hiss?
The brow she has press'd shall the cold wave kiss?
For the sake of that bright one that wails for me,
Bury me not in the deep, deep sea!