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    THE
  
  
    LOVED
  
  
    ONES.
  
  
    Concluded.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    C
  
  
    Major.
  
    old, his
  
  
    locks
  
  
    in
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    -
  
  
    mingl
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
  
    with
  
  
    grey;
  
  
    His
  
  
    foot-steps
  
  
    are
  
  
    fee
  
  
    -
  
  
    ble,
  
  
    Once
  
  
    fearless
  
  
    and
  
  
    bold,
  
  
    Thy
  
  
    fath-er
  
  
    is
  
  
    pass-ing
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    way.
  
    old, his
  
  
    locks
  
  
    in
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    -
  
  
    mingl
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
  
    with
  
  
    grey;
  
  
    His
  
  
    foot-steps
  
  
    are
  
  
    fee - ble,
  
  
    Once
  
  
    fearless
  
  
    and
  
  
    bold,
  
  
    Thy
  
  
    fath-er
  
  
    is
  
  
    pass-ing
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    way.
  
    THE
  
  
    WANDERER'S
  
  
    GRAVE.
  
  
    C.
  
  
    M.
  
    "The
  
  
    Lord
  
  
    preserveth
  
  
    the
  
  
    strangers."-Psa.
  
  
    146:9
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    G
  
  
    Major.
  
    W.
  
  
    L.
  
  
    Williams,
  
  
    1859.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
    1
  
  
    A
  
  
    -
  
  
    way
  
  
    from
  
  
    home,
  
  
    away
  
  
    from
  
  
    friends,
  
  
    And
  
  
    all
  
  
    the
  
  
    heart
  
  
    holds
  
  
    dear,
  
    A
  
  
    wear
  
  
    -
  
  
    y
  
  
    wan-der-er
  
  
    laid
  
  
    him
  
  
    down,
  
  
    Nor
  
  
    kindly
  
  
    aid
  
  
    was
  
  
    near.
  
    2
  
  
    And
  
  
    sickness
  
  
    prey'd
  
  
    up-on
  
  
    his
  
  
    frame,And
  
  
    told
  
  
    its
  
  
    tale
  
  
    of
  
  
    woe,
  
    While
  
  
    sor
  
  
    -
  
  
    row
  
  
    marked
  
  
    his
  
  
    pallid
  
  
    cheeks,
  
  
    And
  
  
    sank
  
  
    his
  
  
    spirits
  
  
    low.
  
    3
  
  
    Nor
  
  
    waiting
  
  
    friends
  
  
    stood
  
  
    round
  
  
    his
  
  
    couch
  
    A
  
  
    healing
  
  
    to
  
  
    impart,
  
    Nor
  
  
    human
  
  
    voice
  
  
    spoke
  
  
    sympathy,
  
    To
  
  
    soothe
  
  
    his
  
  
    aching
  
  
    heart.
  
    4
  
  
    The
  
  
    stars
  
  
    of
  
  
    night
  
  
    his
  
  
    watchers
  
  
    were,
  
    His
  
  
    fan
  
  
    the
  
  
    rude
  
  
    wind's
  
  
    breath,
  
    And
  
  
    while
  
  
    they
  
  
    sighed
  
  
    his
  
  
    hollow
  
  
    moans,
  
    He
  
  
    closed
  
  
    his
  
  
    eyes
  
  
    in
  
  
    death.
  
    5
  
  
    No
  
  
    willing
  
  
    grave
  
  
    received
  
  
    the
  
  
    corpse
  
    Of
  
  
    this
  
  
    poor
  
  
    lonely
  
  
    one,
  
    His
  
  
    bones,
  
  
    alas,
  
  
    were
  
  
    left
  
  
    to
  
  
    bleach,
  
    And
  
  
    moulder
  
  
    'neath
  
  
    the
  
  
    sun.
  
    6
  
  
    The
  
  
    night
  
  
    wolf
  
  
    howl'd
  
  
    his
  
  
    requiem,
  
    The
  
  
    rude
  
  
    winds
  
  
    danced
  
  
    his
  
  
    dirge,
  
    And
  
  
    e'er
  
  
    anon
  
  
    in
  
  
    mournful
  
  
    chime,
  
    Sighed
  
  
    forth
  
  
    the
  
  
    mellow
  
  
    surge.
  
    W.
  
  
    L.
  
  
    Williams
  
  
    the
  
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune
  
  
    lived
  
  
    in
  
  
    Chambers
  
  
    County,
  
  
    Ala.
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    fine
  
  
    singer
  
  
    and
  
  
    composer.
  
  
    He
  
  
    belonged
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    Southern
  
  
    Musical
  
  
    Conven-
  
    tion,
  
  
    and
  
  
    attended
  
  
    it
  
  
    on
  
  
    up
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    Civil
  
  
    War,
  
  
    but
  
  
    has
  
  
    not
  
  
    been
  
  
    heard
  
  
    of
  
  
    since
  
  
    that
  
  
    time.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
  
    See
  
  
    Christiam
  
  
    Harmony,
  
  
    by
  
  
    William
  
  
    Walker,
  
    page
  
  
    139,
  
  
    same
  
  
    tune
  
  
    and
  
  
    words.