48. ALL THEIR TOIL AND SORROW ENDED.

And now we think them dead and gone,

But their spirits live forever

And through their children carry on

Far beyond this quiet valley.

Molly sleeps within the graveyard,

Hearing not the robins singing

In the sweet and pleasant spring time;

Feeling not the cold of winter,

Or the burning heat of summer;

Tasting not the woodland pussy,

Or the woodchuck fat and juicy;

Smelling not the scented lilacs,

Or the springtime's sweet aroma;

Seeing not the changing seasons

With the sunlight and the shadows.

Molly Barber — Honest Chaugham,

Resting in the lonely graveyard,

All their toil and sorrow ended;

Down the ages their descendants

Carry on the life they sheltered

Here beside the Tunxis River

In their crude and lowly cabin,

Forest home of Molly Barber

And her spouse, the Honest Chaugham.