Leave, O leave me to my grief
Here i'll sit and fade away
Till i'm nothing but a spirit
And rid of this form of clay
d**h who sets all free
Hath paid my ransom and thro'
the gloom he'll see my shadow
Hear my voice upon the breeze
Life to d**h is crown or shame
What glorious hands gave me
wounds of d**h?
My own psychical mind...
My own psychical mind...
....which never gave me peace in
earthly life...