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Sacred to the Memory of Senator Stanford of California

Your Husbands hands that lie so still
Upon his pulseless breast
Have fought their battles soon the crown
And more are layed [sic] to rest

The weary feet so tired and worn
Have ceased their tiresom [sic] trod
To walk the gold and pearly street
And dwell at home with God

Oh Lady dear why do you weep
For him on yonder shore
He's only gone to joine [sic] the band
Of your loved ones gone before

Then do not mourn for he who sleeps
Upon his Saviour breast
All free from pain and sorrow too
He shall forever rest