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the dying wife to her husband.
Forgotten! no, beloved one, no!
Thou wilt remember still
The being who hath shared thy lot
Alike in good or ill;
Thou wilt remember all her love,
With faithful, fond regret;
And but the faults she could not hide,
Thy heart will e'er forget.
Thou wilt remember still
The being who hath shared thy lot
Alike in good or ill;
Thou wilt remember all her love,
With faithful, fond regret;
And but the faults she could not hide,
Thy heart will e'er forget.
And thou wilt come to that lone spot
Where the green willow waves,
And lead our children's tiny feet
Among the quiet graves;
And read for them the sculptured stone—
Brief record of my life—
Then say how faithfully I loved,
As mother, and as wife.
Where the green willow waves,
And lead our children's tiny feet
Among the quiet graves;
And read for them the sculptured stone—
Brief record of my life—
Then say how faithfully I loved,
As mother, and as wife.
How can I say farewell to thee?
How mark thy bitter tears?
Look up, beloved, we only part
For a few fleeting years;
How mark thy bitter tears?
Look up, beloved, we only part
For a few fleeting years;
