And must I bid this world adieu;
And must I close my eyes,
On all I loved, no more to view
The cheerful sun arise.

And the still dearer tones of friends,
No longer must I hear;
And must affection’s balmy breath
Be lost on this dull ear.

Shall sisters speak, and I not hear,
No more with them to meet;
And friends belov’d from infancy,
No more my presence greet.

Fain would my spirit linger here,
With those I soon must leave;
And scenes so loved, with friends so dear,
And yet my heart’s not griev’d.

Fanned spirit hush! Thy murmuring cease!
Why should I longer dwell below!
God calls me to a land of peace –
And how can I refuse to go!

Full many friends have gone before,
And many yet shall come.
These I shall meet, and dread no more,
The party at the tomb.

Author: Elizabeth A. Wilson

Signs of the Times
Volume 27, Number 9; May 1, 1859

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.