A REQUIEM
To-day—alas, to-day, there’s a tear in my eye,
And deep at my heart there’s a pain.
With a sob and a sigh the winds hurry by,
They are singing, singing a sad refrain.
“Nay, nay,” they seem to sing, they seem to say,
“Nay, nay, we shall never meet Mabel again.”
Nay, nay, we shall never meet Mabel again.
Too gentle and fair, for this rude world of jostle and care;
Too kind-hearted and good, for this hard life of trouble and pain,
So the angels, they have taken Mabel away,
But ’tis sweet, it still is sweet to think that some day,
In that “beautiful city Up There,”
Maybe we shall meet our dear little friend Mabel again.
Yet to-day,—oh, to-day, there’s a tear in each eye,
And deep at each heart there’s a pain;
Through the over-cast sky, dark trailing clouds hurry by,
And it looks like rain.
While the winds are singing,—still singing that sad refrain.
“Nay, nay,” they seem to sing, they seem to say:
“Nay, nay, we shall never meet Mabel again.”