Finis

My soul is sinking
To deep repose.
Friends, come around me
At Life's dark close.
No bell be sounding,
No tears abounding;
I leave behind me
The world's sad woes.
Soft smiles attend me
Whene'er I fly —
Good prayers befriend me,
From earth and sky.
Sweet hearts be near me;
Kind angels hear me:
A sound? — They call me:
I die,— I die!