Since first we learned in childhood's years
To lisp each other's name.

"In quiet grove, in lonely dell,
In meadows green and fair,
Beside the stream we loved so well,
If one then both were there.

"Together we our plans have laid
With hopeful brow and heart,--
When roving 'neath the summer shade,
But never thought to part.

"The spring will come, the trees will wave
As when we saw them last,
But thou wilt linger by my grave,
And muse upon the past.

"Beyond the portals of the tomb
I look with joyful eye:
A glorious light dispels the gloom,
'Tis not so hard to die.

"There is a home of rest divine--
A home prepared for me;
But hours of darkness will be thine,
For this I cling to thee.

"Hark! 'tis the angel choirs above;
I've but one earthly care,--