Obituary of Dorothy Hall Witt

I Will Not Stay

I will not stay

Beneath a sun-baked mound,

Though you should plant me deep;

And tuck the dust and roses

’round my chin

For that long final sleep.

I’ll shed the flesh and bones

From off my soul

Where so long they have clung;

And Iwill be

a million clouds away

Ere the last hymn is sung.

Beloved, do not weep;

nor let one tear

Fall down to touch the roses

on the sod,

For I’ll be strolling

Through a lovely garden,

Hand in hand with God.

By Dorothy Hall Witt

Dorothy Hall Witt

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