There was a hand that touched me,

Though I did not see who it was.

There was a voice behind me,

But no body from which it came.

The sky seemed to open up

And I saw my dead brother.

He smiled down on me,

Though I was not two at the time.

From my baby carriage I cried

Edmund, Edmund, my sister got freightened.

She wheeled me in the house

And told my mother what I said.

It was no ghost, It was my brother Edmund

Smiling down upon me from his heavens rest.

This is a true story I remember still.

Edmund was a saintly brother, I can attest.