Till call’d to soar above these clouded skies?
Thy father, mother, brothers, sisters, all
Save one, have heard the heavenly Master’s call,
And hasten’d to their dear eternal home;
And thou art left in this dark world to roam.
O, tell me what on earth to thee remains?
For weeping I have read thy mournful strains,
When thou hast told of sorrows, such as I
Have felt—though I had not the power to die,
When death a welcome friend had been to me;