Upon the Occasion -Date Unknown

Hospital bed, white and red,
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Ne’er more to see, ought but bed,
Till I death’s soft secrets keep.

Hold me now close, hold and cry.
Smooth my way with your sweet tears.
Hold me and smile, come now try,
Ready me, the Maker nears!

Things seem to fall, long way down,
And the room is changing hue.
Falling to rot, black and brown,
All that I have left is you.

Sing till there’s no fear to die,
Why fear that which has gone by?