When you miss me from your side you will feel lonely enough, and your heart will ache for me again.

Yet, though bodily absent, I shall not be far away, Florry.

My spirit will hover round the loved ones I leave on earth.

Your dead, forming an angel-guard, will ever linger about your earthly path, and in the hour like this will bear up your spirit to God.

Think not of me as resting in the silent grave.