579. C. M. L. H. Sigourney.
Burial of a Friend.
1As, bowed by sudden storms, the rose
Sinks on the garden's breast,
Down to the grave our brother goes,
In silence there to rest.
2No more with us his tuneful voice
The hymn of praise shall swell;
No more his cheerful heart rejoice
When peals the Sabbath bell.
3Yet, if, in yonder cloudless sphere
Amid a sinless throng,
He utters in his Saviour's ear
The everlasting song,--
4No more we'll mourn the absent friend,
But lift our earnest prayer,
And daily every effort bend
To rise and join him there.