APOSTROPHE TO MY HUSBAND.
Sleep on, mine own beloved one,
In thy far distant tomb!
Though sorrow shadows o'er each heart
That mourns thine early doom.
In thy far distant tomb!
Though sorrow shadows o'er each heart
That mourns thine early doom.
Sleep on—I would not call thee back
To the cold cares of life;
Sleep on, unmindful of the tears
Of her thou once called wife.
To the cold cares of life;
Sleep on, unmindful of the tears
Of her thou once called wife.
Sleep on—I would not have thee know
The fate of one so loved,
'T would grieve thy proud and generous heart,
Though in the realms above.
The fate of one so loved,
'T would grieve thy proud and generous heart,
Though in the realms above.
