She was the music of our home,

A day that knew no night,

The fragrance of our garden bower,

A thing all smiles and light.

2 Above the couch we bent and prayed

In the half-lighted room,

As the bright hues of infant life

Sank slowly into gloom.

3 The form remained; but there was now

No soul our love to share;

Farewell, with weeping hearts, we said,

Child of our love and care.

4 But years are moving quickly past,

And time will soon be o’er;

Death shall be swallowed up of life

On the immortal shore.