The original of this was with the records of the Kellogg family. It's unknown who the author was, but it was written for Blanche Kellogg who died at 21.
 

Dear Brown Eyes,

Dear brown eyes; eyes that speak to me from out thine liquid depths of purity, and recall to memory, happier days when we strolled together through pleasant byways.

Dear brown eyes; so tenderly true. What love they spoke, I alone knew. And now as I gaze on them, a mist of tears arise in my own, as I think of hers.

Dear brown eyes; to me sweeter than life, yet now far beyond all earthly strife. Thy spirit's with the angels, forever to dwell, and I'm grieved for the one I loved so well.

Dear brown eyes; may thy spirit be as you lived on earth, happy and free. May the birds singing over thy grave pour out their sadness in melodious wave.

Dear brown eyes; How the pines sigh in mournful tune with the summer sky, and the daisy growing near, droops her petals where once you roamed near.

Dear brown eyes; All nature mourns thee, for thou art fair and good, thou didst love me. In the old cemetery neath the weeping willow lies the fairest girl I ever knew, dear brown eyes.