005. “To ——, p. 5

If few and short the joys of life
   That thou on Earth couldst know
Little thou knew’st of sin and strife
   Nor much of pain and wo

And yet I cannot check my sighs
If vain thy earthly hopes did prove
   Thou cans’t not mourn their flight
Thy brightest hopes were fixed above
   And they shall know no blight.

And yet I cannot check my sighs
   Thou wert so young and fair
More bright than summer morning skies skies
   But stern Death would not spare

He would not pass our darling bye
   Nor grant one hour’s delay
But rudely closed his shining eye
   And frowned his smile away