Forever hallowed in my eyes;
But oh! how loved those friends shall be
Whose tearful eyes say, “Where is he?”
I would not breathe to stranger’s ear
A name so sacred and so clear,
And, when the reckless crowd are nigh,
My bosom checks the rising sigh;
But when no human eye can see.
It bleeding cries, “Ah, where is he?”
Oh, how I miss thy smile of light,