My bosom swells with fervent grief,
My heart aches to its core,
See him struggling, he is dying,
Our Walter is no more!
* * * * *
When we laid him ’neath the turf
In the cold, cold ground,
A cloud of darkness seemed to rise
Which covered all around.
But when I looked up at the stars,
Beyond the heavenly dome,
There with loving outstretched arms
Angels welcomed Walter home!
Farewell, Walter, farewell darling,
Life is but a barren strand,
Soon we’ll meet thee, happy child,
In that far-off happy land!
Footnote 2:
Verses written upon the death of J. Walter Kayhart, son of Lemuel and
Mary Kayhart, who died August 15th, 1875.