Softly! she is lying With her lips apart; Softly! She is dying Of a broken heart. Whisper! Life is growing Dim within her breast; Whisper! She is going To her final rest. Gently! She is sleeping, She has breathed her last! Gently! While you ’re weeping She to heaven has passed.
Scene in a Vermont Winter ’T IS a fearful night in the winter time, As cold as it ever can be; The roar of the blast is heard like the chimes Of the waves on an angry sea. The moon is full; but her silver light The storm dashes out with its wings to-night; And over the sky from south to...
The Farmer sat in his easy-chair, Smoking his pipe of clay, While his hale old wife, with busy care, Was clearing the dinner away; A sweet little girl, with fine blue eyes, On her grandfather’s knee was catching flies. The old man laid his hand on her head, With a tear on his wrinkled face...
Softly! she is lying With her lips apart; Softly! She is dying Of a broken heart. Whisper! Life is growing Dim within her breast; Whisper! She is going To her final rest. Gently! She is sleeping, She has breathed her last! Gently! While you ’re weeping She to...
