1873. Xi. 28 - 1873. Xii. 04

A young couple in the grief all clad in black standing over black
Small coffin slowly draws in earth
Sad tear-stained faces full of mourn for the new born child'
Death

Lord had mercy upon the child's soul
Not let him live to love and hate

For the flame of the candle was too weak
The wind of darkness furiously blew its wing

Sleep my child forever the grave now is your cradle
The new born child's death