Sung by: Mrs. Nettie Huddleston Barnes
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That frees my soul to think,
And makes me happy while I live,
Too soon was called away.
. . . roses in . . . years,
In Heaven's choirs has gone.
I've planted there with a . . . tear
Above my darling's grave.
When Heaven will that I may die,
The only boon I crave,
Beneath those roses let me lie,
To cheer my darling's grave.
(Comment by Mrs. Barnes: "And that's all there is to that one.")