Oliver Wendell Holmes

Martha

SEXTON! Martha’s dead and gone;
         Toll the bell! toll the bell!
         Her weary hands their labor cease;
         Good night, poor Martha,—sleep in peace!
         Toll the bell!
 
         Sexton! Martha 's dead and gone;
         Toll the bell! toll the bell!
         For many a year has Martha said,
         “I’m old and poor,—would I were dead!”
         Toll the bell!
 
         Sexton! Martha’s dead and gone;
         Toll the bell! toll the bell!
         She’ll bring no more, by day or night,
         Her basket full of linen white.
         Toll the bell!
 
         Sexton! Martha’s dead and gone;
         Toll the bell! toll the bell!
         'Tis fitting she should lie below
         A pure white sheet of drifted snow.
         Toll the bell!
 
         Sexton! Martha’s dead and gone;
         Toll the bell! toll the bell!
         Sleep, Martha, sleep, to wake in light,
         Where all the robes are stainless white.
         Toll the bell!
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