W. Dexter Smith Jr.

“ Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door.
Someone is resting from sorrow and sin,
Happy where earth's conflicts enter not in, ...
Joyous as birds when the morning is bright,
When the sweet sunbeams have brought us their light,
Weary with sowing and never to reap,
Weary with labour and welcoming sleep,
Someone's departed to Heaven's glad shore.
Ring the bell softly, there's crape on the door. ”