I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay   And patiently stood by his tomb   When in a low whisper I heard something say   How sweetly I sleep here alone      The tempest may howl and the loud thunder roar   And gathering storms may arise   But calm is my feeling, at rest is my soul   The tears are all wiped from my eyes      The call of my master compelled me from home   No kindred or relative nigh   I met the contagion and sank to the tomb   My soul flew to mansions on high      Go tell my companion and children most dear   To weep not for me, now I'm gone   The same hand that led me through seas most severe   Has kindly assisted me home