I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay
And pensively stood by his tomb,
When in a low whisper I heard something say,
"How sweetly I sleep here alone."<br /> "The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar,
And gathering storms may arise,
But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes."
"The cause of my Master compelled me from home,
No kindred or relative night.
I met the contagion and sank to the tomb.
My soul flew to mansions on high."
"Go tell my companion and children most dear
To weep not for me now I'm gone.
The same had that led me through scenes most severe
Has kindly assisted me home."