And gathering storms may arise
The same hand that led me through seas most severe
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul
How sweetly I sleep here alone
The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar
No kindred or relative nigh
The tears are all wiped from my eyes
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb
Go tell my companion and children most dear
My soul flew to mansions on high
The call of my master compelled me from home
To weep not for me, now I'm gone
When in a low whisper I heard something say