THE SPIRIT'S SONG. HARK what I tell to thee, Nor sorrow o'er the tomb, My spirit wanders free, And waits till thine shall come. All pensive and alone, I see thee sit and weep, Thy head upon the stone, Where my cold ashes sleep. I watch thy speaking eyes, And mark each precious tear, I catch thy parting sighs, Ere they are lost in air. HARK what I tell to thee, Nor sorrow o'er the tomb, My spirit wanders free, And waits till thine shall come.