by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Where is thy spirit, Mary? 
Language: English 
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.


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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 24
Word count: 131