Lois House
Air—"Saphrona’s Farewell"
Come all ye young people of every degree,
Come give your attention one moment to me;
It’s of a young couple I now will relate,
And of their misfortunes and of their sad fate.
One was a young damsel, both blooming and fair,
The other a young man, his beauty was rare;
He loved this lady as he loved his own life—
If God had not called her he would made her his wife.
He courted her a long time in triumph and glee,
But little did he think that she would soon leave,
Leave him in sorrow, forsaken, alone,
To mourn her departure, for she was going home:
Going home to her Father, that dwelleth on high,
Who gave her her life and who caused her to die,
And leave her true lover, one whom she could trust,
To moulder her fair form a while in the dust.
Lois House and Joy Morris were their names, I believe,
They loved each other dearly and never deceived,
But God he did part them, one which he laid low,
The other He left with his heart full of woe.
Joy laid her dying head on his bosom once more,
Pressed her to his heart as he had oft done before,
Saying, “Dear Lois, are you going to leave me?”
“Yes, Joy, I can no longer stay here with thee! ”
“Oh! Joy, can’t you give me up, dearest,” said she;
“If you will say yes, love, I can leave in peace;
In heaven, love, I will be waiting for thee—
Be true to our Savior—you’ll soon follow me.”
“If I must say yes, love, for you to leave me—
God will do better by you, Lois, than me;
Oh! it’s hard for me, dearest, hard to say yes,
It leaves me alone, love, in sad woefulness.”
“I want your picture, Joy, placed in my cold hand,
And let it be buried with me in the ground;
It’s all I can carry with me to the grave—
Grant it to me, love, it’s all that I crave.”
They called for her father and mother most dear,
She kissed them and bade them farewell thro’ their tears;
They called for her brother and sisters again,
To kiss their sister while life still remain.
“One kiss from you, Joy,” she whispered so low,
That no one in the room heard her, you know;
She gasped for her breath once or twice more,
When lo! her spirit left her, and Lois is no more.
They placed her fair form in the coffin so cold,
And placed there Joy’s picture as they had been told;
They bore her to her grave, all were in sad gloom,
And gently laid her down to rest in her tomb.
