Through the throng, she pressed with beute in her stride,
A trial of life's treasures, her journey far and wide,
Now, in stillness, she rests her weary head,
Her beute's tale is told,
in death's embrace, she's led.
Through the throng, she pressed with beute in her stride,
A trial of life's treasures, her journey far and wide,
Now, in stillness, she rests her weary head,
Her beute's tale is told,
in death's embrace, she's led.