When the glory of autumn was dying,
and the leaves of the forest were brown,
and the breeze a sad hymn was sighing,
We laid our loved one down.
I had hoped his strong arm would shield me
but where is that strong arm now?
That, love his true heart would yeild me
when age set its seal on my brow.
Never thought I, that heart warmly throbbing,
so soon to be laid with the dead.
He has gone where no sickness or dying
Or grief on the spirit can fall
through my joys in the shadows are lying.
In heaven my love hath gained all,
While here, who noticeth each sparrow
to the shorn lamb limp with the wind.
In compassion my look on my sorrow
for any shield in this world left behind.
written by L.M. Hammond 1863 to Lucinda Bailey, widow of Lyman Bailey, at his death
Mrs L.M. Hammond is also the author of "The History of Madison County"
and the leaves of the forest were brown,
and the breeze a sad hymn was sighing,
We laid our loved one down.
I had hoped his strong arm would shield me
but where is that strong arm now?
That, love his true heart would yeild me
when age set its seal on my brow.
Never thought I, that heart warmly throbbing,
so soon to be laid with the dead.
He has gone where no sickness or dying
Or grief on the spirit can fall
through my joys in the shadows are lying.
In heaven my love hath gained all,
While here, who noticeth each sparrow
to the shorn lamb limp with the wind.
In compassion my look on my sorrow
for any shield in this world left behind.
written by L.M. Hammond 1863 to Lucinda Bailey, widow of Lyman Bailey, at his death
Mrs L.M. Hammond is also the author of "The History of Madison County"
When the glory of autumn was dying,
and the leaves of the forest were brown,
and the breeze a sad hymn was sighing,
We laid our loved one down.
I had hoped his strong arm would shield me
but where is that strong arm now?
That, love his true heart would yeild me
when age set its seal on my brow.
Never thought I, that heart warmly throbbing,
so soon to be laid with the dead.
He has gone where no sickness or dying
Or grief on the spirit can fall
through my joys in the shadows are lying.
In heaven my love hath gained all,
While here, who noticeth each sparrow
to the shorn lamb limp with the wind.
In compassion my look on my sorrow
for any shield in this world left behind.
written by L.M. Hammond 1863 to Lucinda Bailey, widow of Lyman Bailey, at his death
Mrs L.M. Hammond is also the author of "The History of Madison County"
and the leaves of the forest were brown,
and the breeze a sad hymn was sighing,
We laid our loved one down.
I had hoped his strong arm would shield me
but where is that strong arm now?
That, love his true heart would yeild me
when age set its seal on my brow.
Never thought I, that heart warmly throbbing,
so soon to be laid with the dead.
He has gone where no sickness or dying
Or grief on the spirit can fall
through my joys in the shadows are lying.
In heaven my love hath gained all,
While here, who noticeth each sparrow
to the shorn lamb limp with the wind.
In compassion my look on my sorrow
for any shield in this world left behind.
written by L.M. Hammond 1863 to Lucinda Bailey, widow of Lyman Bailey, at his death
Mrs L.M. Hammond is also the author of "The History of Madison County"
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