Elma M. Rasor
Oh! may I roam God's wooded path?
And climb HIS mountians high
The way I did back in my youth,
E'er 'tis my time to die!
Oh! may I ride on Freedom's Train
Just to see the wonders from there
And view the cataclysmic rites,
That in my life I'd share!
And may I know a friend so true?