A REQUIEM.
IN MEMORY OF “HIM THAT’S AWA’”.
BURY him in the sunshine,
Bring forth the rarest flowers
In love to rest above the breast
Of this dead hope of ours!
Let not the strife and pain of life
One ray of joy dispel,
And we’ll bury him in the sunshine,
In the light he loved so well!
Bury him in the sunshine,
All that of earth remains;
Let every tear that damps his bier
Fall warm as April rains
That bring to light the blossoms bright,
And break the wintry spell.
Thus we’ll bury him in the sunshine,
In the light he loved so well!
Bury him in the sunshine,
Where softest breezes blow.
His dear face brought no dismal thought,
To those who love him so.
Let cheerful strains and glad refrains
A joyous requiem swell,
While we bury him in the sunshine,
In the light he loved so well!
Bury him in the sunshine,
While Christmas carols rise
In thankful mirth from smiling earth
To fair sun-litten skies.
Forget the gloom that shrouds the tomb,
And hush the dreary knell,
For we’ll bury him in the sunshine,
In the light he loved so well!
Bury him in the sunshine;
His peerless soul hath flown
To that fair land upon whose strand
No winds of winter moan.
Sublimer heights, purer delights,
Than mortal tongue can tell;
So, we’ll bury him in God’s sunshine,
In the light he loved so well!
Montgomery M. Folsom.