Alfred B. Street.
The voice of prayer at the sable bier!
A voice to sustain, to soothe, and to cheer.
It commends the spirit to God who gave;
It lifts the thoughts from the cold, dark grave;
It points to the glory where He shall reign
Who whispered, “Thy brother shall rise again!”
Henry Ware, Jun.
Yes! it is a certain sleep,
Where dreams of woe can ne’er intrude;