Make me a grave where'er you will,
In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill;
Make it among earth's humblest graves,
But not in a land where men are slaves.
Do you see this grain of sand
Lying loosely in my hand?
Do you know to me it brought
Just a simple loving thought?
I remember, well remember,
That dark and dreadful day,
Do you blame me that I loved him?
If when standing all alone
I cried for bread a careless world
Two little children sit by my side,
I call them Lily and Daffodil;
I gaze on them with a mother's pride,
One is Edna, the other is Will.
Of course, I don't know very much
About these politics,
But I think that some who run 'em,
Do mighty ugly tricks.
"The dying words of Goethe."
"Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
Thank God for little children,
Bright flowers by earth's wayside,
The dancing, joyous lifeboats
Upon life's stormy tide.
Sharers of a common country,
They had met in deadly strife;
Men who should have been as brothers
Madly sought each other's life.