Grave of Lily Dale
AUNER’S PRINTING OFFICE, 100 N. TENTH ST., ab. ARCH
Grave Of Lily Dale.
We smoothed down the locks of her soft golden hair,
And folded her arms on her breast,
And laid her at eve in the valley so fair,
‘Mid the blossoms of summer to rest.
She sleeps ‘neath the spot she had marked for repose,
Where the flowers soonest blossom in Spring,
And zephyrs first breathe the perfume of her rose,
And the birds come at evening to sing.
The wide spreading boughs of the old chestnut tree
Bend low o’er the place where she lies;
There eve’s purple beams longest glow on the lea,
And the morns drink the dew as they rise.
Alone, where the brook murmurs soft on the air,
She sleeps with the turf on her breast,
As we laid her, at eve, in the valley so fair,
‘Mid the blossoms of Summer to rest.
A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER, 110 N. 10th St., ab. Arch, Philadelphia.