SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; <br /> Toll the bell! toll the bell! <br /> Her weary hands their labor cease; <br /> Good night, poor Martha,-- sleep in peace! <br /> Toll the bell! <br /> <br /> Sexton! Martha 's dead and gone; <br /> Toll the bell! toll the bell! <br /> For many a year has Martha said, <br /> "I'm old and poor,-- would I were dead!" <br /> Toll the bell! <br /> <br /> Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; <br /> Toll the bell! toll the bell! <br /> She'll bring no more, by day or night, <br /> Her basket full of linen white. <br /> Toll the bell! <br /> <br /> Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; <br /> Toll the bell! toll the bell! <br /> 'Tis fitting she should lie below <br /> A pure white sheet of drifted snow. <br /> Toll the bell! <br /> <br /> Sexton! Martha's dead and gone; <br /> Toll the bell! toll the bell! <br /> Sleep, Martha, sleep, to wake in light, <br /> Where all the robes are stainless white. <br /> Toll the bell!<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/martha/
