The Musquodoboit steals along,
Nor ever lifts her voice in song,
As if she knew what did belong
To Death and Wrong.
But, high above the stars will keep
Perpetual watch o'er those who sleep,
And none who die in Christ shall weep;
For thus men reap.
In Musquodoboit stands a stone
Alas! it does not stand alone
In witness of the heart's deep moan
For those now gone.
The winter wraps the place with snows,
In spring the grass about it grows,
The summer wind upon it blows;
For Nature knows.