A child remembered

By and by a whisper,

Footsteps to loud for care.

Heart gripped with a

World of loss,

And I held and bore

The burden great.

The coffin tiny,

And my mate upon

The other side

A tear upon his eye.

We for a moment held,

Our hearts upon our sleeves.

To young ourselves to understand

Such grief and tragedy.

In the end of all things,

Before the waves I heard the

Rolling voice of the lord.

Say to young was she,

Upon this day so gentle and

Divine held now upon the

Lap of the lord eternal,

My mate and I did cry.