Did you ever listen to the sound of lonely trains?
One of them passed by here at quarter after 10.
The conductor pulled the cord and then
a lonely whistle blew.
It filled the air with sadness,
doom and haunting gloom.
If you stopped to listen,
You could feel it’s hurt and pain,
But only for a moment - it won’t pass this way again.
O Death, you may come speedily
Like the lonely train,
But only for a fleeting, you know you must not stay.
For the train is headed heavenward, the loneliness is gone,
No more pain and sorrow,
Her train is homeward bound.
“O death, where is thy sting; o grave
Where is thy victory?”