Smith, Effie Waller
|THERE'S A MOUND IN WEST VIRGINIA. -- IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM C. PENN. -- November 1905.|
There's a mound in West Virginia,
Which was made one year ago,
In November's chilly weather
When the earth was wrapped in snow;
When the skies were dull and frowning,
And the birds had flown away
To the warm and sunny South land,
Save dear Robin-red-breast gay.
The dearest treasure which my heart
On earth has ever found,
Sleeps undisturbed underneath
That West Virginia mound.
They tell me 'tis a common thing
To grieve for loved ones gone;
But ah, this fact makes not my grief
More easy to be borne!
The hope that I again shall meet
My dear lost friend somewhere,
In a far more lovely clime than this
'Mid heavenly mansions fair,
Will not remove the sadness from
My yearning spirit weak
52Is not enough to keep away
The tear-drops from my cheek.