In Memoriam[2]

My bosom swells with fervent grief, My heart aches to its core, See him struggling, he is dying, Our Walter is no more!

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When we laid him ’neath the turf In the cold, cold ground, A cloud of darkness seemed to rise Which covered all around.

But when I looked up at the stars, Beyond the heavenly dome, There with loving outstretched arms Angels welcomed Walter home!

Farewell, Walter, farewell darling, Life is but a barren strand, Soon we’ll meet thee, happy child, In that far-off happy land!

Footnote 2:

Verses written upon the death of J. Walter Kayhart, son of Lemuel and Mary Kayhart, who died August 15th, 1875.