And youthful friends shed many a bitter tear
For him who lies in his last, dreamless sleep,
For him they loved and ever held most dear.
We miss thee, brother, in our youthful band,
Thy words of love, thy gentle accents sweet;
But thou hast left us in this dreary land,
No more shall we thy social presence greet.
Thou wast a noble youth, the younger son,
Thy father’s hope and solace in his years;
But short thy stay; ah! soon life’s labor done,