Think of me, when 'mid joy and gladness They bark glides smoothly down life's tranquil stream. When thy life, free from care or sadness, Is calm and peaceful as a summer dream. Think of me, though thy path be dreary, Though care and sorrow may thy life enshroud; When crushed hopes make the heart grow weary And life seems darkened by a wintry cloud. Think of me, let thy heart grow kinder In summer's sunshine or in winter's gloom, Think of me, when thy sole reminder Is but the shadow of my silent tomb.