Whose like is seldom seen on earth; all, all
Who ever knew him will his name revere,
Till they shall meet him in the realms of bliss,
Who ever sought to lead them to the skies.
Peace to the mem’ry of the holy man!
A father and a mother weeping stood
Beside her grave—one sister on a bed
Of sickness lay, not very far remote;
And one was at her distant southern home:
O, she had yet to hear the sad, sad news!