Now be it so, I'd have it so,
I'll never more deplore thee;
Thou liv'st, pure joys thy heart o'erflow,
Bright suns shine ever o'er thee,
The suns of endless joy and rest.
Live then, and be for ever bless'd,
I shall, when God wills, yonder
In bliss hereafter wander.
BY THE BIER OF A FRIEND.
On thy bier how calm thou'rt sleeping