A Last Wish
When my heart has ceased for ever beating out the dirge of time,
Lay me by some quiet river, 'neath the ivy spray and thyme,
Place no fading, fragrant roses, o'er the dew-be-sprinkled moss,
For the weary sleeper chooses but the evergreen and cross.
Lay me by some quiet river, 'neath the ivy spray and thyme,
Place no fading, fragrant roses, o'er the dew-be-sprinkled moss,
For the weary sleeper chooses but the evergreen and cross.
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