Lone Pilgrim

I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay
And pensively stood by his tomb
When In a low whisper I heard someone say
How sweetly I sleep here alone

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 compels me from home
No kindred or relatives nigh
I met the contingent and sank to the tomb
My soul flew to mansions on high

Go tell my companions and children most dear
To weep not for me while I’m gone
The same hand that led me through storms most severe
Has kindly assisted me on