The Feather

A man lost his wife with the plague at its worst She died in the night while she slept Everything was burned the very next morning Except for the feather he kept The feather was found on the bed where she lay Lost from her down pillow's tear They told him the feather had come from a goose But he knew that an angel was there He carried that feather all through the town Showing it to anyone who'd look He'd tell them the story about the angel who came And his wife was the one that they took Again, they told him that it came from a goose But it was something he wouldn't believe So they finally decided they'd leave him alone For they thought that he needed to grieve He carried that feather for the rest of his life 'Til one day they found the man dead He died in his sleep with the feather in his hand With another one found on his bed