As time doth in thee ever stand still Swaying from thy tender limbs of life Shadows leaves trail faint upon thy wind And urge thee cling to every dying thought. Thy struggle 'gainst the cold barren night Calls thy soul to reach for Heaven's gate Pleading to the watchman there beyond To bring the song of doves ere do make Forever thy black of night doth swim Among life's river of death do stream To seal thy sorrowed laden lonely life From dreams of grandure there to beam Death doth not steal thy hope from thee For never doth it take thy soul - but free.
