My Dad Artist His Son Yesterday I came to the place where Dad lay. And pensively stood by his tomb. When in a low whisper I heard someone 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 cause of my master compelled me from home No kindred or relative nigh I met the contagion and sank to my 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 lead me through scenes most severe Has kindly assisted me home"