And lonely I mourn o’er the grave where he lies.

I hear not his steps, but the lone place I see,

Where oft his kind words have been spoken to me.

I miss him while gather the shadows of night;

I miss him when dawns the fair morning light.

I miss him—but where are the words to express

The depth of my grief in such loneliness.

I smile when I’m sad, and seem joyful in grief;

When alone bitter tears are my only relief;

Bruised now is the heart by the blow that has come,

Dark now the dear spot, once so bright as my home.

Though wealth were my portion, and splendor surround,

More empty ’twould seem while the loved was not found.

With him I’d be blest, though earth’s treasures were few,

And trouble should prove my affection more true.

Oft I imagine each member is here,

Those pledges of love and affection so dear,

I view the loved circle, but ah! there’s a space—

’Tis vacant, and nought can to me fill the place.

But those left behind, his dear image reveal,

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