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The Lone Pilgrim
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#641 in the Good Old Songs
I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay.
And pensively stood by the tomb.
When in a low whisper I heard something say,
How sweetly I sleep here alone! The tempest may
howl, and the thunder roar,
And gathering storms may arise,
Yet calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul,
The tears are all wiped from my eyes. The cause of
my Master compelled me from home, I bade my companion farewell;
I blest my dear children, who now for me mourn
in far distant regions they dwell. I wandered an
exile and stranger form home,
no kindred or relative nigh;
I met the contagion, and sank to the tomb,
My soul flew to mansions on high. Oh, tell my
companion and children most dear,
To weep not for me now I'm gone;
The same hand that led me through scenes most severe, Has kindly
assisted me home.
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