Where is thy spirit, Mary? Dwells it in the air? Friends thou hast forsaken Fondly deem 'tis ling'ring there. I heard an old-time ballad, Low and plaintive was the strain So pure and clear, I seem'd to hear They gentle voice again. She who sang was lovely, She was innocent and fair And I said, if angels guard us, Thy sweet spirit lingers there. Where is thy spirit, Mary? Watching while we sleep? Dost weep for those who wept for thee? Do angels ever wee;? The autumn leaf had wilted Ere thou hadst lost thy bloom. But when that leaf had left its stem It settled on thy tomb. Spring birds now returning With their music fill the air, And we know by that sweet warning That thy spirit lingers there.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Where is thy spirit, Mary? " [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Where is thy spirit, Mary?", published 1847. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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