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306 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
I'm summoned to eternity; Prepare yourselves to follow me."
26 Uriel yielded up his breath And bade adieu to all on earth. He trusts he's gone to realms o£ bliss, To realms of joy and happiness.
27 Louisa saw him breathe his last Then laid her hand on his cold face. "How is it possible," she cried, "That by this hand Uriel died?"
28 Uriel now lies in the grave
From which no mortal arm could save, No man on earth of form or power. O be prepared to meet that hour.
29 Precarious are the scenes of life;
Our days are filled with care and strife. Our present hopes are blasted soon: Our morning sun oft sets at noon.
30 Of virtue if we are possessed Gives peace and comfort to our breast. Nor can the scene of death destroy But sends us to the world of joy. |
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