DYING IN SPRING
Lo, now do I behold
Sunshine and greenery
And Death together rolled—
Yet not in mockery.
Life was a faithful friend;
Shall I make other of that dark brother
Whom God doth send?
My dear companions—you
That have been more to me
Than grief or gaiety—
This sure is true:
That we shall meet once more beyond Death’s door,
Again be merry friends
Where friendship never ends.