The sorrow from thy strain,
But where thine earthly smile hath dwelt
Our hearts shall thirst in vain.
“Dim will our cabin be, and lone,
When thou, its light, art fled;
Yet hath thy step the pathway shown
Unto the happy dead.
“And we will follow thee, our guide!
And join that shining band;
Thou’rt passing from the lake’s green side—