Come near! weep o’er him! bear him to his rest.
Yet mourn ye not as they
Whose spirits’ light is quench’d! For him the past
Is seal’d: he may not fall, he may not cast
His birthright’s hope away!
All is not here of our beloved and bless’d.
Leave ye the sleeper with his God to rest!
MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
I GO, SWEET FRIENDS!
I go, sweet friends! yet think of me