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2 Under the daisies my true love lies , With the pale mould for his pillow ; Quenched is thesglow of his love - lit eyes , And dreamles his rest ' neath the willow. Fair, fair, with a tender grace , The daisy and butter-cup lingers , Decking the sod of this hallow d place With tender and delicate fingers. 3 Though the bright sun of his life had set, When from my presence they bore him , Still he is living, and loves me yet, And still in my heart I adore him.

Roll, roll, ye resistless years , Gather us quickly, pale Reaper ; Safe are they sheltered from earthly fears , Each dreamless and motionless sleeper. 4 Tender and true was thy heart, my love, Loyal the troth that we plighted , Soon we shall meet in the mansions above , And meeting shall be reunited. Joy, joy to the wating heart, Life and its sorrows are over, Soon I shall clasp thee, no more to part , My tender and beautiful lover !