From the Death-Column + 

“Open wide, ye golden gates + 

That lead to the heavenly shore: + 

Our father suffered in passing through, + 

And mother weighs still more.” + 

“Our papa dear has gone to heaven + 

To make arrangements for eleven.” + 

“The winter’s snow + 

Congealed his form. + 

But now we know + 

Our uncle’s warm.” + 

“We can but mourn our loss, + 

Though wretched was his life. + 

Death took him from the cross⁠— + 

Erected by his wife.” + 

“Weep not, mother: little Will + 

Is gone to Upper Louisville.” + 